How many levels of hell are there?
Dante is fucking wrong
I have come to deadened space
Alive only with some kind of empty, disgusting, torturous insanity
A white void of horror
There is no God here
There is no God
I beg to be killed but there is no one to do it
And no instruments for my own use in this white sterile room
So I will starve to death on this bitter, pointless existence
And wake back up in this same room
If only I could be in Hell’s 9th level
This level has no number
One thought on “”
A window inside another’s dark imagery, alters my vantage point of my tangle ambivalence.