coldness
Long nights full of empty spaces, hollow voices, and the lack of everything around you. A feeling tells you that something isn't quite right - but it doesn't matter because there is nothing you can do about it anyway. So instead, you pull the plug on your own lifelines and you begin to fade away.
Fading...
First it's your voice, and then it's your feelings. Then goes your sight and your mind. The last to go is your hope - trapping you in the deep stillness of not being able to escape.
Sometimes, life feels something sort of like that...
Like a hell full of cold fire, burning your flesh with ever-biting chills. But the coldness isn't all that hurts. Becuase within you the loneliness is the coldest sensation you feel. Opening like a hole full of infection in your heart, the loneliness begins to eat away at you - slowly causing you to fall on your knees and beg for mercy. But there is no answer. There is only stillness. There is only the biting cold...
That really must be what hell is like.
Regret filling the space between you and the deadly, icy wind. Despair pouring from your frozen heart like a well-spring of nothingness, overflowing into lies aobut how to escape. Distrust and angst falling from your lips like love that you used to feel. Pain overwhelming every sense you have left. And the cold constantly cutting through your flesh straight to your bones, with no chance of getting warm.
You begin to shiver uncontrollably, but you aren't sure which cold it is from, because somewhere between the innner agony and the outer torture you feel - the coldness all becomes one. The pain edges on unbearable before it pushes you over the edge.
You scream, but the cold outside steals your breath and stops your voice from coming out. All you can hear is your heartbeat, strugggling with each thud to bring warmth back into your bones. But here, there is no hope. Here, the coldness dwells in every inch of your body, every corner of your soul. You pray that soon you will stop feeling, because the pain is too immense. But you know that the coldness will not warm, that your heart will not stop, that this pain will not ease up.
...yes, I really do believe hell is cold. Much colder that I have ever felt - much colder than I can imagine. But I still believe hell is cold.
-RK
Fading...
First it's your voice, and then it's your feelings. Then goes your sight and your mind. The last to go is your hope - trapping you in the deep stillness of not being able to escape.
Sometimes, life feels something sort of like that...
Like a hell full of cold fire, burning your flesh with ever-biting chills. But the coldness isn't all that hurts. Becuase within you the loneliness is the coldest sensation you feel. Opening like a hole full of infection in your heart, the loneliness begins to eat away at you - slowly causing you to fall on your knees and beg for mercy. But there is no answer. There is only stillness. There is only the biting cold...
That really must be what hell is like.
Regret filling the space between you and the deadly, icy wind. Despair pouring from your frozen heart like a well-spring of nothingness, overflowing into lies aobut how to escape. Distrust and angst falling from your lips like love that you used to feel. Pain overwhelming every sense you have left. And the cold constantly cutting through your flesh straight to your bones, with no chance of getting warm.
You begin to shiver uncontrollably, but you aren't sure which cold it is from, because somewhere between the innner agony and the outer torture you feel - the coldness all becomes one. The pain edges on unbearable before it pushes you over the edge.
You scream, but the cold outside steals your breath and stops your voice from coming out. All you can hear is your heartbeat, strugggling with each thud to bring warmth back into your bones. But here, there is no hope. Here, the coldness dwells in every inch of your body, every corner of your soul. You pray that soon you will stop feeling, because the pain is too immense. But you know that the coldness will not warm, that your heart will not stop, that this pain will not ease up.
...yes, I really do believe hell is cold. Much colder that I have ever felt - much colder than I can imagine. But I still believe hell is cold.
-RK
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