I’m in hell
I suffer and scream
A soundless scream
Of pain and frustration
Of sorrow and despair
For I am in hell
A miserable place
A terrible place
A horrible place
A place deserving all of them
All the bad ‘-bles’
And I’m in it
Hell is not what you think
There’s no fire or brimstone
There’s no ice or frost
There’s no heat or cold
There’s just a stillness
A suffocating blandness
You might scoff at this
And think this is not hell
Yes, there’s no burning, no freezing
No screaming, No
But there is suffering
This is hell
There might be other hells
Other torments and tortures
But this is probably the worst.
Nothing changes. Nothing happens.
What little it has is there
There to make it truly hell
It’s soul stealing, life draining
Will breaking, mind-numbing
It will drive you insane
It will leave you a shell
But it will never let you go
Not willingly. Not easily. Not ever!
It is designed to trap you
To wrap you in its banality
To numb you with nothingness
To near kill you with boredom
It is an encapsulating void
It is the greatest prison
I am in hell
I suffer and scream
But nothing comes out
I’m in unfeeling pain
And I wish to escape
I would not wish this on anyone
I am in hell
But I’ll leave this hell!
Even if only in death!
A message found scratched into a wall inside a pocket realm next to the remains of an unknown cultivator. It is unknown how long she was trapped there in the featureless place.
