Hell for the Mind

I find that our souls are woven with the very nature of our memories

Hell is every nightmarish ordeal we have undergone,

Playing in our heads on a loop

Each memory worse than the last

Over and over again until our souls scream for freedom

Freedom from the cold, blue corpse six feet under

Six feet under the buzzing life of those privileged to still be walking

Those who don’t understand what it truly means to be alive

And are wasting their lives while we are trapped

This is how I view hell