Hell as imagined when things still mattered. |
Day in Day out I wanted to see beyond Blinding pain, steam, fog, and acid rain. Dull black and lead gray hulking Grotesque creatures, About their torturous business, Uttering occasional grunts and squeals Of maddened anger. Their odor rotted and fecal. My right leg is quickly consumed. Three chew and grind on my left. A fourth tears a bicep free sucking the red meat Into a hideous mouth. Inconceivably, I do not pass out. The cannibalism continues for several more hours Until so little remains that I die. Consciousness returns and I am reformed. Several shuffle from a half eaten corpse. The demonic musk Of sexual arousal sickens me. My mouth and rectum are raped again and again, stretched and torn by inhumanly shaped phalluses. I am straddled and taken by what must be An eight foot tall female demon. Her snake-like purple tongue whips back and forth viciously biting my face as she howls and grinds her razor sharp pelvis into mine; Screaming incoherently. The orgy of pain and spastic orgasms Continue as I am used over and over again Until one approaches from behind, Penetrates my upper back With a barbed penis, punching through The front wall of my chest killing me. Reformation complete, I again wake. Familiar pain returns as my body Is hoisted, spread, and nailed to a crucifix. Day after day I live and I die. My mind knows nothing But endless pain and horror. My memories of the other life remain, So sweet that I cry uncontrollably, As I gaze out across hell’s landscape. |