If you ever ask me about the most torturous place that I can ever bring to mind, the answer paradoxically will be 'My Mind' for nothing I have seen in all the places I've been shall ever be as fiery or ever as dreary as the depths of my mind.
'Hell', I have always imagined to be a place of physical torture, with pits of fire as you're pushed into the smouldering flames rolling into eternal pain. But that can hardly ever compare to this mind that houses more damned agony than all those pits combined.
This mind has lodged demons that when let loose gnaw upon the inner walls, fangs that can break even the strongest of wills, making their way onto your deepest fears and regrets. The more I squirm, the more it feeds, building up its strength with each dark night. When the eyes shut, a world I always see, burning and burning, with Chaos and Madness, roaming the streets, and setting aflame all I built.
'Hell', I have always imagined to be a place of physical torture, with pits of fire as you're pushed into the smouldering flames rolling into eternal pain. But that can hardly ever compare to this mind that houses more damned agony than all those pits combined.
This mind has lodged demons that when let loose gnaw upon the inner walls, fangs that can break even the strongest of wills, making their way onto your deepest fears and regrets. The more I squirm, the more it feeds, building up its strength with each dark night. When the eyes shut, a world I always see, burning and burning, with Chaos and Madness, roaming the streets, and setting aflame all I built.