When the Mirror's image brings the utmost revulsion
Why make a change when you can just break the mirror?
Gouge out your own eyes and live in nothing but Delusion
Walking around blind to the Truth
Denial Personified
The whispers and taunts of Guilt, Shame, and Self Loathing ever present in your thoughts
Giving rise to a maddening Anger that makes you want to crack the world with your Impotent Fury
To Unleash all of the boiling Hatred inside and leave the world the same kind of Wasteland you let your own conscience become
The epitome of Barren and Lifeless
Strewn about with festering swamps of your Darkest deeds
Poisonous fumes permeate the dead air with a corrosive Toxin that has now become your Oxygen
No longer a living being, but a creature of Nightmare
The Foulest of all sentient beings more Repulsive than the most Horrendous fantasies and fears the human mind can conjure
Cursing the world around you as you plummet headfirst into the Abyss of your own free will
A place where no light will shine, save for the Blaze from the fires of your own Destruction
Its Ashes rain eternal as an ever constant reminder of each Unholy act
Even deprived of all sensory and olfactory functionality
The Sins and Transgressions can never be hidden or forgotten
No matter what direction you hurl the blame, it always boomerangs back around to strike you between the eyes with the same amount of force all your Evil has conjured
Sliding, Tumbling, Careening,
Down
Down
Down
Further into the Ravine of immeasurable Waste
Upon impact at the bottom of this self induced Sinkhole
The Accusatory gaze of innumerable demons fix their bleeding red eyes at the pile of refuse that has landed in their midst
Mocking laughter is the only soundtrack in this Diabolical den of Decay
Forever lost in the unending realm of Torment crafted bt your own blood stained hands
No matter the extent of your rueing, there is no escape from what you have deliberately unleashed
Your own Jailer and Executioner
There will be no Trial
No Appeals
No Pardons
No Redemption
As you beg to hear the swing of the Headsman's Axe, the scene becomes still
As the Jagged teeth if a thousand twisted smiles surround you
Cackles and Snickers abound
You beg to blind and deaf yourself again but no relief shall ever come
Welcome to your Hand crafted Hell
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 5:15 PM UTC
When the Mirror's image brings the utmost revulsion
Why make a change when you can just break the mirror?
Gouge out your own eyes and live in nothing but Delusion
Walking around blind to the Truth
Denial Personified
The whispers and taunts of Guilt, Shame, and Self Loathing ever present in your thoughts
Giving rise to a maddening Anger that makes you want to crack the world with your Impotent Fury
To Unleash all of the boiling Hatred inside and leave the world the same kind of Wasteland you let your own conscience become
The epitome of Barren and Lifeless
Strewn about with festering swamps of your Darkest deeds
Poisonous fumes permeate the dead air with a corrosive Toxin that has now become your Oxygen
No longer a living being, but a creature of Nightmare
The Foulest of all sentient beings more Repulsive than the most Horrendous fantasies and fears the human mind can conjure
Cursing the world around you as you plummet headfirst into the Abyss of your own free will
A place where no light will shine, save for the Blaze from the fires of your own Destruction
Its Ashes rain eternal as an ever constant reminder of each Unholy act
Even deprived of all sensory and olfactory functionality
The Sins and Transgressions can never be hidden or forgotten
No matter what direction you hurl the blame, it always boomerangs back around to strike you between the eyes with the same amount of force all your Evil has conjured
Sliding, Tumbling, Careening,
Down
Down
Down
Further into the Ravine of immeasurable Waste
Upon impact at the bottom of this self induced Sinkhole
The Accusatory gaze of innumerable demons fix their bleeding red eyes at the pile of refuse that has landed in their midst
Mocking laughter is the only soundtrack in this Diabolical den of Decay
Forever lost in the unending realm of Torment crafted bt your own blood stained hands
No matter the extent of your rueing, there is no escape from what you have deliberately unleashed
Your own Jailer and Executioner
There will be no Trial
No Appeals
No Pardons
No Redemption
As you beg to hear the swing of the Headsman's Axe, the scene becomes still
As the Jagged teeth if a thousand twisted smiles surround you
Cackles and Snickers abound
You beg to blind and deaf yourself again but no relief shall ever come
Welcome to your Hand crafted Hell