Eternal Torment
Yet another of my darker poems...(and fulfilling one of Sarah's dreams of my non-rhyming poetry :D)
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Dark and foreboding,
The stench of carrion and sulfur.
Nausea and fear grip your stomach,
You feel yourself retching but nothing comes.
Where am I? What is this place?
You ask to yourself.
A guttural laugh echoes from unknown origins,
You shiver at the coarse sound laced with such evil and hatred.
A shuffling jingle catches your attention,
Chains!
They embrace you tightly binding you to the floor,
You scream in fear and surprise, but the sound is cut short.
Your throat is squeezed, your trachea collapses.
You can’t breathe, but you’re not dying.
As if reading your thoughts a voice thunders.
That’s because you’re already dead.
You’ve sinned and now your pathetic soul is mine,
To torment for eternity.
You want to protest, yell, anything,
But the memories come, flooding your mind with the truth.
You remember your death, your choices, your sin.
Tears swell within your eyes and you sob.
Suddenly the chains pull you farther down,
Through the floor and down,
The heat becomes intense, sweat soaks your being.
All you feel is heat, fire, burning.
Your flesh sears, your hair scorches.
So much agony.
The fires roar and you are cast into them,
A burning lake festers with others that share your fate.
Screaming and wailing that are horrible enough to burst your eardrums.
Your skin dissolves and your innards boil,
Your screams join the numerous others.
The pain only intensifies and the screams crescendo louder.
Surely you will black out or die...
But you already are dead.
The sin you had indulged has brought you here.
You said God exists but did not listen to the teachings.
Your soul is forever damned, cast from God, ruled by Satan now.
(So, did that turn out okay?...Comments appreciated.)
~Zoo
The stench of carrion and sulfur.
Nausea and fear grip your stomach,
You feel yourself retching but nothing comes.
Where am I? What is this place?
You ask to yourself.
A guttural laugh echoes from unknown origins,
You shiver at the coarse sound laced with such evil and hatred.
A shuffling jingle catches your attention,
Chains!
They embrace you tightly binding you to the floor,
You scream in fear and surprise, but the sound is cut short.
Your throat is squeezed, your trachea collapses.
You can’t breathe, but you’re not dying.
As if reading your thoughts a voice thunders.
That’s because you’re already dead.
You’ve sinned and now your pathetic soul is mine,
To torment for eternity.
You want to protest, yell, anything,
But the memories come, flooding your mind with the truth.
You remember your death, your choices, your sin.
Tears swell within your eyes and you sob.
Suddenly the chains pull you farther down,
Through the floor and down,
The heat becomes intense, sweat soaks your being.
All you feel is heat, fire, burning.
Your flesh sears, your hair scorches.
So much agony.
The fires roar and you are cast into them,
A burning lake festers with others that share your fate.
Screaming and wailing that are horrible enough to burst your eardrums.
Your skin dissolves and your innards boil,
Your screams join the numerous others.
The pain only intensifies and the screams crescendo louder.
Surely you will black out or die...
But you already are dead.
The sin you had indulged has brought you here.
You said God exists but did not listen to the teachings.
Your soul is forever damned, cast from God, ruled by Satan now.
(So, did that turn out okay?...Comments appreciated.)
~Zoo
