4th February 2009, 11:42 PM
err.. Hell, i'm sure, has some truth in the fire and brimstone ideal, I guess there has to be some truth to it all. But in this short time i've experienced some of the best and some of the worst feelings and events anyone could ask for. Strangely, the worse get worser and the best get better. But at its core I would have to say that hell is when you have lost.
Lost your hope, lost your heart. Whatever is important to you. When all is lost and there is no retribution, no silver lining (at least, not for you) and you find yourself at the very bottom with no one there. You cant feel a god damn thing and you just pretend so people think you're normal, but all you're really doing is trying to find reasons to keep going.
Then suddenly ...it gets better. There's no real control over it, shit just happens. But ask me to describe hell and i'll tell you its when you haven't eaten for weeks, when your family turns their back on you, when all you want is to kill yourself but you cant because you're too much of a chicken, so you drink until you passout and when tomorrow hits you hope work will distract you from anything you want to think and no matter how hard you try, you cant find a single purpose.
And then naked women with horse heads rip in to your body and forcefully have sex with the wounds using skinless penis-like organs from their mouths and groin. There is a deafening sound of crying so piercing that within a few hours you can literally feel yourself going deaf. There's tiny long-legged bugs (like cockroaches but with spider-like legs) that bite you in several places, creating fist-sized pustules that burst and bleed and cause the worst sensation of itching you can imagine and the entire time your throat and nasal passages are being filled with your own saliva as you regurgitate it and unsuccessfully attempt to swallow it down.
Oh and the clowns.
Lost your hope, lost your heart. Whatever is important to you. When all is lost and there is no retribution, no silver lining (at least, not for you) and you find yourself at the very bottom with no one there. You cant feel a god damn thing and you just pretend so people think you're normal, but all you're really doing is trying to find reasons to keep going.
Then suddenly ...it gets better. There's no real control over it, shit just happens. But ask me to describe hell and i'll tell you its when you haven't eaten for weeks, when your family turns their back on you, when all you want is to kill yourself but you cant because you're too much of a chicken, so you drink until you passout and when tomorrow hits you hope work will distract you from anything you want to think and no matter how hard you try, you cant find a single purpose.
And then naked women with horse heads rip in to your body and forcefully have sex with the wounds using skinless penis-like organs from their mouths and groin. There is a deafening sound of crying so piercing that within a few hours you can literally feel yourself going deaf. There's tiny long-legged bugs (like cockroaches but with spider-like legs) that bite you in several places, creating fist-sized pustules that burst and bleed and cause the worst sensation of itching you can imagine and the entire time your throat and nasal passages are being filled with your own saliva as you regurgitate it and unsuccessfully attempt to swallow it down.
Oh and the clowns.