To each his own hell.
Their version they will tell.
From grace each has fell.
Their torment, only one knows well.

I have witness the embodiment of my greatest fear.
It has blistered my soul but I have not shed a tear.
Why can I not cry?
I can’t find a reason why.

It feels like something died inside.
But as I look at myself from the outside
All I see is sadness crafted from someone else’s madness
I have lost my happiness.

But I shall not be buried in the depth of this misery.
This moment will be an event of my history.
A reflection, only to be seen in a memory.
“A once upon a time”, in my life’s story.

Burn not these pages of my hell.
I’ll keep them, to remember them well.
A reminder of how I fell.
In the abode of sorrow I will not dwell.

Sorry for not staying longer but I only came to visit.
Unfortunately I’m already in transit.
To the devil of my hell I bid you farewell!
If I ever I return, I’ll be sure to ring your “door bell”.