Hell Fire

I dreamt I was burning.
Fire melting the flesh from my bones.
Turning everything into glowing ash as I
sat still and quiet,
warm at last.
Resting in the inferno,
the pure definiton of hell.
I awoke shivering under a dozen flannel blankes,
wound tight around me,
pinning me to the wall.
So freaking cold.
I know now,
that hell is not full of pits of fire,
and bubbling lava,
no, that would be to comfortable.
Hell is cold, hell is ice.
Even when I die my soul will not thaw.
Even when I die
I'll still shiver in my grave.
Written by forever-for_real (Tess Stoops)
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