Khayla

I can feel the dirty blood running down the wall Where all the death screams seem to call For many it could be quite uncomfortable To others it is joyous and enjoyable I walked through a dungeon dark body With lots of people with horns, not doddy The spiciness from the infected flesh Was as though I was in a maze or test The open wounds of the souls filled the place The term “hot as hell” was written all on my face The small crevasse is where I heard the most cries Of why Hell came to be when God said goodbye The burning flames made the body dry I coughed up charcoal dust feeling like I would die When I stroll through Hell and think of all the things I have seen I know that this will always be a thought, something like a dream.