GEHENNA

At first I used to feel languid
Men mocked my fragile
I was a chimney of pains
Staying alive because am not dead
It was obvious aliens caged their infirmities and carved me !
I was only good at what I could not do
Yet fate took wellborns and spared me

This servitude called life is complicated
I did blame the creator for involving me without my consent
Like a wild mongrel I went desperate
I sort for vigor even in bound places
Now Lucifer offered me a deal
To vanquish my frailties in dicker of my soul
What do you expect from one called desperate?
I gave in to the offer  without a snitch

I thought my euphoria had come but Lucifer knacked me hard
He did make me luminary though
I now have all I wanted but without a soul
Why must fate be this tangled ?
Their is something life is not telling us
Not my languid do I fight now but my soul !
Lucifer embodied me with vigor and left my spirit
chanting choruses of endless torments
It's as if my body is a convocation of dark spirits
Not only do I believe in mystics now but am a prove
Where was the creator when I needed lift I mourn?
Lucifer is always at the poor rescue !
He enchanted me with with sweet savours from pandemonium
This torture is really unbearable
A platoon of dead Spirits landing their anguish all in my head!
Grieving day and night for rescue from torments in Lucifer's yard
Should I say I fear death now to life?
What have become of me I cry by the sunrise,
and if life is this a curse what now death?

It's lucid I would soon be gone to face what I feared most
I wish all these trauma could all be gone
I still believe there is something life is not
telling us, but be told that I admit
Lucifer is not an option!