What’s hell?
I’ve been on self destruct mode and you couldn't notice, I am at a point where I have tormented myself so much that I am numb, I don’t know what’s tougher waking up or rising in front of God, Like all my other dreams, my bones are deteriorating From use and abuse ,n ot from ageing I am the victim with no culprit I've hurt, raped, murdered my own self Yet I've been sentenced to live My soul has never felt more imprisoned My body; It is a jail. The evidence I’ve collected; pressure, violence, the poison. Plays the past in my brain and shows through my face How to disjoint one's self from tomorrow? How to become like everyone else? Oh! How much I wish to break my skull open Extract my memory like they extract tumour. Except no anaesthesia, Pain isn’t a foe. And like bones, this soul could be penetrated, I wish. I don’t have an aching heart, I have an empty chest. Bones, blood, musc...