greed is selfish,
a predator looking for it's next victim
even the best of us fall prey to it's welcoming presence
but once you get too close, there's no point in running
-it's already too late-

hell is always thought of as a blazing pit of fire,
a sweltering eternity of eternal torture
where you're burned alive
but it's cold

heat is what gives us life,
fire is passion and love
red are roses and wine
warmth is happiness, joy

hell is cold

cold is bitter and bleak
ice is raw and harsh
frost is brutal and violent
people often measure how cold things are
but really,
there isn't cold,
only the absence of heat

I was out here navigating on my own,
without anything to guide me
I don't know what I expected
so now I'm here,
capsized