Hell
The clock strikes midnight,
The sky as black as the midnight sun,
Clouds swirl like a hellish hurricane,
Thunder and lightning,
Lightning as red as the blood that pours from my veins,
The devil’s laughter rings out like a wicked old witch,
As fires of liquid lava pour out like geysers,
The heat starts burning like an oven on broil,
A thousand degrees that burns the flesh of all living thing,
As a hail of blistering rocks seem to incinerate everything else around,
Blind and cooked I now wrought in hell’s fiery grip,
No sign of help for endless miles,
So now I close my eyes for the last time only to close the lid of hell,
A nightmare hell was,
As I wake up to my room and friends,
And my warm family to greet everyone,
And so I hope hell freezes over so at least we can have a little fun,
After all we don’t now if hell is a furnace or a freezer.