HELL

Dreams can only tell you, What you want and what you fear, They whisper words of hate, And words I cannot hear. I walk among broken lamps, Praying for some light. But as I stub my toe I come to know, I’m in eternal night. I make a fire to ward the black, I hear cackles dance around, And I know that my muffled scream, Will be the final sound. I drift slowly up to heaven, Happy as a bell, But god looks rather odd, And I realize I’m in hell.