Warning: NOT for the weak or heart.
shout out for amy for being my guide! You rock my sox off!
The brilliant light shines on ahead,
And voices sweet as honey sing.
Glancing over my shoulder, my body is in a bed.
A hand is placed on my body’s neck,
Pronouncing the time of death.
I fall to my knees like a broken wreak.
Relentlessly I turned to the light,
Only to see it glide further and further away.
My legs, like metal springs, went into flight.
A warm breeze sweeps though my hair.
Swirling, the wind forms into a person.
He stood there, having a long awaited stare.
Turning to him with tears in my eyes,
I jumped into his warm embrace.
“Help me.” He whispers into my ear, and cries.
A rush of cold air sends a chill down my spine,
And whisks him into a twister of darkness.
I know I have to follow that loved one of mine.
Standing up I walk forward,
The closer I go the harder it is to move.
I touch the dark swirl, which feels like a blizzard.
Pounding ice against my shivering legs,
The darkness overwhelms me, and blinds my sight.
Thrown out I land on dirt and look toward a band of cleggs.
The cleggs surround the wandering spirits,
And then drain them of their passions and joy.
With a “pop” they are in hell according to their dements.
The surround me,
Buzzing their horrific song,
All I can do, for my safety, is plea.
They have no pity,
And start draining me of everything I am.
My heart is torn into pieces from the horrid committee.
My ears start to feel tension,
With a terrifying rip in the air “POP”
I feel as if there is no longer redemption.
I landed somewhere pitch black and cold.
There is a high-pitched screech in my ear.
The floor feels like a pile of mold.
People are close enough so I can see them.
Making a girl decide, hornets swarm beside her.
“If you don’t choose this is your condemn.”
I turn to see Amy standing there.
“Have you come to help me?” I ask
“I have come to guide you through despair.”
I walk on with Amy two steps ahead,
Knowing with every step that I can’t turn back,
Then I lay my eyes on something I truly dread.
Two gruesome heads on sticks
And then a beach of puke with blood read waves.
Then a stench sends me into a state of transfix.
Chunky mucus devours my feet.
Each step I take burns from its wretched acid.
Then I see on the waves of blood, the ferryman of deceit.
His nose is gone as if it was torn off,
Leaving a crusty spot of blood and skin.
His mouth is raw and seams like he’s choking down a cough.
His eyes are wild, and bloodshot red,
And his stomach has shrunken outlining his bones.
The sight fills me with a terrifying dread.
“Leave me be,” he exclaims,
“Only those who are damned are to come here!”
“It is her destiny!” Amy proclaims.
Then he shudders waving his hand to come.
I step onto his boat leaving the puke behind.
To my fears I shall not succumb.
Bloody waves, like whips, crack against the boat.
We finally make it to the damned shore,
And with a smirk he turns back to his moat.
The ground is slippery and covered is slime.
I peer downwards at my feet,
To discover worms, covering them without wasting time.
They jerk me down into their disgusting pool.
Screaming, I try to get free,
Then see that Amy has been completely covered in the horrid gruel.
I struggle with all of my might,
But it is no use to go on,
So I end my fight.
I suddenly fall into another pit.
“Here hang the betrayers for all of eternity.”
Said Amy as if to admit
Dogs tear the skin
Form the legs of the people
Who betrayed their kin.
Blood sprays in all directions,
Along with high pitched screams of pain.
Then I glance at the face of Ryan.
His body twists and turns,
Imbedding the rope into his neck.
I see in his eyes the peace for which he yearns.
“I must ask if I may talk to Ryan,” To Amy I pleaded.
The dogs then ran from the sight of Ryan.
“Talk if you must, nothing will be left unsaid.”
“Why have you been tortured in this violence?”
He turned in his own blood replying
“I left people out to dry, without defense.”
With an overwhelming burst of pain
I fainted while Amy cried
“I’m a doctor, even it’s a migraine!”
I open my eyes to the dim light
And the screeching air.
“Adulterers reside here in the night.”
Amy responds to my awakening.
I peer into the darkness,
And hear voices, to God, jeering.
I see a familiar face,
In this wretched place.
His face is spewing blood,
And his skin is spilling puss,
As he walks disoriented through the mud.
The air is heavy with an acid stench,
And the crunching of the doomed souls breaking bones fills the night,
Always cold in their horrid trench.
Making our way through the despair
Amy and I climbed on rocks of acid
Burning our hands beyond repair.
Lending me her hand,
She lifts me into a hole.
I crawl into a dark wasteland.
The air comes to a dead halt,
Frozen in the ice.
Here souls suffer because of their faults.
“Murderers torture themselves here,”
Amy says into the dead air.
“By their own hand, enweaved in their own loathsome chain.”
Saws rip the skin off of their bodies,
As they smile and laugh with insanity,
Locked in cells of ice. It is a sight that terrifies
The bottom of my heart with pain.
I look away from the sight,
Only to rest my eyes on a sight that will make you insane.
The devil himself in a powder of black,
With eyes as red as fires with rage.
The sight almost gives me a heart attack.
His three monstrous heads chomp down
On the people with the most horrendous past,
All too gruesome to be seen, recognized or known.
Amy then walks in front of me
And with a push everything flys in reverse.
It caught me off-key.
I spun backwards though the pain
And all of a sudden I am back in the hospital.
Back into my body I go to remain.
I open my eyes to the hospital room
And see the sweet loved one of mine.
I am happy to be away from the gloom.
I look around and see Amy.
She gives me a wink,
And then giggles with glee.
Now I am able to stand in the light of God,And gleam with joy in his glory.