All writings in the Hell category

My soul a distant star, flickering and lost. The vast expanse mutes a lamenting moan. Shrouded by the ether, gone. Forever.

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Standing silently, forehead pressed gently against the dimly lit wall, her skin sticking to the paint offered little distraction from the thoughts of her abandonment. Fragile, frail, empty, and cold as she felt, her mind still danced among fleeting memories, reliving her lost love’s warm gaze and strong embrace. Curtains lifted as the nighttime air…

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Enshrouded, the once flaming soul has grown tepid. The benefactor is a recipient of the fruits of shortsighted judgment. When all is alight with goodness in our lives, little consideration is provided to the ever-present wraiths that seek to extinguish those things. Maintaining the kindling requires a conscious effort. Understand why we do, why we…

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Cage City

The youth of my flesh wanes, life drawing lines near calm eyes.  Some time has passed since falling into the cage city, my co-inhabitants meandering in their own filth. 

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Dark Pool

Still beneath a blazing black sun Dead trees life drained into the pool Liquid shadow, it pulls you into its depths Taunting your sanity an illusionary reflection Welcoming malleable minds to a cold embrace The onlooker sits beneath bare branches, back turned never respondent to the qualms of tortured worms He disregards the bottomless abyss, but never…

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Diabolus in Dissimulo

“A good man leads a good life,” said the devil to his demons.  “Hide in his heart; hide in his soul and his spirit.  Don’t let him know you are there.  Observe me.” Charlie walked for what seemed like miles, along the grassy trails of lush mountains.  His flower was in his heart and he…

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The Exiled Spirit

*Thump Thump…. *Thump Thump… the sound of my own heart is the only thing distinguishing the line between what has become my existence and the infinite blackness that is my hell. Do I deserve this? Should I have offered merit to the consequences that were sure to follow in close suit as a counter-measure to…

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