Chambers of silences
awaken my heart,
while my hands shake with delight
at the torment of my eyes.
My abyss,
my personal hell,
forever beckons me to return
to slash all bonds
And to remember my complete isolation.
This damnation twists my body
Like a slithering snake on a pitch fork.
Oh, but this hell soothes my cerebral sufferings with its erotic pleasures
Hell, thank your for living in my being and cursing my soul,
Without you, who would I be?