Molded walls close around
Scent of bile and excrement filling the air
No memory of a past life
Only fear remains
Demented and spiraling
Projections of faces torn asunder
Flesh shorn and dripping
Your one and only home
No god or devil
Can conjure a hellscape
As exquisite as you
Molded walls close around
Scent of bile and excrement
Filling the Air
Clarity rushes over you
Now lucid in this contorted dream
Eternal punishment
You so desperately craved
No god or demon
Can conjure a hellscape
As exquisite as you