Photo credit Pexels words by Ms. Vee

Death is the bridge to hell…

Hell is the abomination of life itself…

*This is not for the faint of heart.*

If you have a morbid inkling to experience where I go when darkness consumes me, close your eyes, and transcend into the pit of hell…

There’s no resting in peace as sharp serrated claws pierce, and rip my body

The stench of formaldehyde, and burning flesh fills both nostrils

I’m empty inside and nothing comes up, but a scream of sheer anguish

I don’t recognize the panicked, and wailing voice…It must be yours, I know it is…

I’m here every night, my soul lives in darkness, but my spirit is of the light…

Sweet dreams tonight my friends

8-12-22

9:57 AM