Callused feet trudge through thick grime, and shards of glass
Heavy steps stain the cobblestone of hell's path.
Corpses turn to dust, as souls wail for forgiveness
Their pleas echoing
'clean' and 'sinless'
Begging for release of the twisted flame
That constricts and chains them to endless pain.
The tortured bellow from the deepest pits
The soulless tremble in the darkness that satan's heart emits,
The carnivorous shadows that eat away at rotting flesh
Writhing with the movement of roaches and maggots.
This empire of filth, this dirt-made palace
Whose walls reverberate with a certain madness.
Cackles weave through sonorous sobs of sadness.
Here we cling to porous pools of hope
That leak and seep into the void of the unknown.

-SLuR