Hellfire

I look onto my life, and look from afar, and see only fire.

I look onto my life, and look from afar, fire from my earliest years to my last.

I look onto my life, and look from afar, how the fire had slowly killed me with its cool blaze.

I look onto my life, and look from afar, how it all started.

I was an ancient youth at a tender age. People I look up to offer me hellfire in kindness.

I hold it in my hand, I didn’t see the demon flame about it, only the mortal fire that blazed on the end.

I breathe in the smoke with the hellfire, and they both take effect in me.

The hellfire eats at my soul. The little spark I have taken in kindles into a blaze.

I find myself breathing hellfire, slipping it into my blood and mind.

The hellfire creates illusions that dance in my eyes and mind

I cannot see the path I now walk

The hellfire now surrounds other mortal desires, making me see the cause but not the effect.

I feel the pleasure of hellfire as I lay in bed. A figure places a needle into my arm, then hers.

Days, months, years, the hellfire does not allow me to know. It ages me with every indulgence.

I drink the devils brew, smell the devil’s censer, and take the demons he sends to me

All I see as clearly as the black, putrid dragon’s breath.

The hellfire has almost run itself through

There is little left of my soul for it to feed on, and now all is left is a heavy ash that was I.

I lie on my bed; my body is thin and wasted, much like my soul.

I look onto my life, and look from afar, and see only damnation.

I look onto my life, and look from afar, and see many paths, all closed off besides the one I take

I look onto my life, and look from afar, and see one who had love and forgiveness, for me that I scorned.

I look onto my life, and look from afar, I see that he had never scorned me like I did him.

I look onto my life, and look from afar, I see that he would still forgive me, but I still scorn him, for favor of the hellfire.

I look onto my life, and look from afar, and see that my dark, shadowy path leads to a precipice.

I look onto my life, and look from afar, and the hellfire blinds me to my future.

I die on the bed, not under sheets of cotton and with a happy sadness of loved ones, but with pity and surrounded with disgust of nurses and doctors.

I see the gates of pearl and approach them.

The fire the surrounds them is incredible in its cool heat.

I touch heaven’s fire, and am burned.

The heavenly fire burns at my soul, which is little but ash. I feel my soul fall down, down to the hellfire.

I now seek the hellfire, to comfort me like it had done in my life.

I am burned now by that as well.

The hellfire burns, burns like a raging river, that covers me, drowns me, draws me to my doom.

The hellfire eats, eats at my mortal fire, and finds none.

I live a death of eternal pain, in what was my friend the hellfire, which now is my enemy.