Mist

It’s strange how I’d like it to be over
And yet I don’t
How I try to be brave and strong and act like it
But I am not
I force myself to forget everything about you
But I cannot
From the moment I open my eyes
Till the time I close them
You are there
Inside my mind
Etched in every convolution of my brain
Not vivid, no
More like a lingering mist
Like a diluted blood weakly pulsing through my veins
Not red, just a pinkish tinge
A faint memory
And yet the pain it brings is strong

On Hell and Damnation

Do you believe in hell? You don't? Believe it. It's right here on earth. You can see it everywhere. You just have to open your eyes and try not to be blind.