They told me hell didn’t exist,
but they also told me monsters
dont.
Monsters are what reflects back at
us,
that shadow in the distance,
the nagging voice
in your head.
I’ve seen hell with my own eyes,
and it isn’t pretty.
I have felt the flames lick at
my skin,
and watched the devil
speak to me.
The devil has danced around me,
as I melted in
my own thoughts.
Hell is not below us,
or in books.
Hell is a place that exists.
and sticks to our skin.
I’ve tried to claw the
devil off me,
but the breath of
fire cannot cool.
I’ve torn at my own skin.
and tried to rip the
devil out.
The devil looks back
at me when
I see myself
in the mirror.
So, hell does exist.
You have to fear
something
that you feel every day.
That voice.
That face.
Hell is a place that
exists,
and we walk it
every day.
Look at the person
next to you.
Are they hell,
or
heaven?
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