# Senses Fail Those in Hell

Author: Jikan Tunderiska
Tags: Fire, Hell, No Hope, Poetry, life, sonnet

The heat seems to lick my eyes, jumping in  
My soul, boiling my mind like the meat it  
Has been, useless like matrimony, sin.  
  
The smell of butane fills the air, my brain,  
Holes driven in my skin, my dark blood drips  
On the floor, the beat that drives me insane.  
  
"Make it stop. Make it stop." Lips feebly yell.  
Are these lips my own? Is this voice my own?  
Cant tell, cant hear. Crackling fills the air, kill  
Me is what I want, its something not shown.  
  
Cant fight against the warmth, the deep embrace  
Of the black cloaks, the glinting lights and darks  
That set my one hope in an about face.  
Hell is nothing. Life causes all the marks.  
 

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