Hell stands still with an empty throne,
with an audience ignited
in a conflagration composed by their lord.
Descending to their exhausted
knees they begin to apprehensively
examine their boiling skin which
only crumbles away even at the most delicate touch.
Thousands of speachless bodies
pile over each other completely motionless.
Over and over repeatedly
this relentless process of hundreds
upon thousands consumed
only by their own unmistakable immorality.
They can no longer depart from their dismantled remains.
Over and over again.
Far from its eternal home
this demon stand over my crippled anatomy,
he burries his weight into
my impared lungs and spreads my ribs wide open
. This cancer now inhabits
my chest in complete dormancy.
I lay completely paralyzed
with my entirely frozen limbs,
my body turns cold, my organs shut down.