{"sf1_id":240843,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Senses Fail Those in Hell","author":"Jikan Tunderiska","words":123,"posted_at":"2011-04-15T20:13:00.000Z","tags":["Fire","Hell","No Hope","Poetry","life","sonnet"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/240843-senses-fail-those-in-hell","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/240843","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=240843\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"The heat seems to lick my eyes, jumping in  \nMy soul, boiling my mind like the meat it  \nHas been, useless like matrimony, sin.  \n  \nThe smell of butane fills the air, my brain,  \nHoles driven in my skin, my dark blood drips  \nOn the floor, the beat that drives me insane.  \n  \n\"Make it stop. Make it stop.\" Lips feebly yell.  \nAre these lips my own? Is this voice my own?  \nCant tell, cant hear. Crackling fills the air, kill  \nMe is what I want, its something not shown.  \n  \nCant fight against the warmth, the deep embrace  \nOf the black cloaks, the glinting lights and darks  \nThat set my one hope in an about face.  \nHell is nothing. Life causes all the marks.  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}