Blackened and burned in a deepened pit, put softly in a hardened split;
depressive waves from Hell are bent, volcanic fury sucked once spent.
Your blackest hole is blacker still, without the knowledge to fulfill;
a vortex verging on collapse will suffer on until you’re trapped.
Caged and lonely aren’t enough — a trip through Hell is not enough;
reason left you long ago; your blackened soul has lost its glow.
Perpetually you fall to three — so withered, saddened; can’t they see?
Repetition, wreaking me, through endless bouts of misery.
I watch, solemn, from above, at all your pain and hate for love.
Eons on and eons still — suffered for a simple thrill?
Does pain in essence ever numb? The sick pangs, ever after, come?
Horror of all horrors witnessed — here I stand in utter bliss:
one bit of faith and you’d be well; instead, you burn within your Hell.