HELL

As the golden streaks of light appear,
they scorch into my eye.
I wake up from my bed of rocks,
to kiss my soul good-bye.

I look into the fiery sky,
pass the clouds and higher.
To swear upon my boiling blood,
in couldn't get much drier.
The sun is blazing down at me,
and burning me with fire.
My back is red, my lips are parched,
the situation is dire.

But I forced myself to live this life,
a lost soul without a saviour.
Now this is where I'm bound to die,
cursed by misbehaviour.