Hell

It's 3:37am. I find myself alone in a cold world. No matter how many words I manage to shout, the world never changes. I think I am in a loop, a loop of disdain and torture. This must be hell, this must be what is talked about since the dark ages. To lash out at god and to be treated with silence. To muster enough strength just to be left to die in the dark. Oh how I smell the bodies of my comrades, of my loves and treasures, just to whisper in my dying breath, help. To not be heard, to suffer alone. Maybe it is my hell, to yell into the void. Or maybe it is my paradise, because I know of the emptiness. To the hell that torments me, I say let it come, and maybe I will find paradise in this suffering of mine.