Hell exists.
In the darkest corners
Of minds left to melt,
Scorched and inflamed
By the brightest edges
Of a peripheral world
Refusing to revolve around us.
Hell hides behind eyes
Witnessing horrors daily;
Animosities fuelling atrocities
Filtered through a prism
Of personal perception,
Diluted and distilled;
Today you weren’t killed.
I am god, of this prideful prison;
Thoughts that bleed rivers of pain
From the sea of society.
Reality is hell and reality is yours,
When this one doesn’t suit us,
Can we be free to choose?
Hell exists.
In a grey matter maze,
In the haze of blue thought;
Knowing disgust,
The complete loss of trust
That no matter your bearing
The world just never bends.
Hell lingers behind ears
Forced to endure
The constant carrion call
Of a planet in its death throes;
Cover them, lest they poison
Your power to deny
Or decry truths deemed as lies.
We are gods of the world we accept;
What we see, feel or sense –
Why not just then pretend?
Director’s cut; detach from real –
Ignore the world’s worst,
Those who don’t are cursed.
Hell exists,
When trapped by a prison
Of disdain, discontent;
Depressed by the domination
Of dollars or data,
Left to worry and fear
That their power grows greater.
Hell burns up your nose
As you breathe in their death;
Sulphurous smogs
Serving slow painful cancers.
Hold your breath
And worry no more –
You won’t need air after nuclear war.
We are all gods of our universe,
Of what we choose to accept,
Which reality to reject.
No one will ever contain
Your world in your brain;
Shut off in yourself, just remember,
When your world falls apart
Only you are to blame.