FIERY eyes glare deeply into the soul,
chasing it towards an endless void.
Struggling to grasp reality, hope dwindles
into a narrow corridor of pure darkness
Floating into nothingness, to feel the ground
Is but a futile cry for aid
as the body panics.
Flaming horses and grotesque demons
brand searing, white-hot suffering into the empty shell
as it freezes, forced to watch the gore,
the deep pool of blood oozing
from the mouths of a thousand spirits,
eyes drowning with despair and skin
blistered with unbearable pain, screaming
for death in this God-forsaken dimension.
Searching for freedom, eyes begin to struggle
looking for that gleam of light—
a sliver of salvation waiting to be taken.
Body and soul merge into solid existence
as eyes stare wide-open
at the tortuous mark on paper—zero.
