So this is what they mean by hell on earth
what happens when you stop believing
in faith and haven't yet figured out what's left
a curse for thinking, for thoughts are what brought me here
for Death is my master, lest I forget
he will send reminders every now and again
tear me from my body and set me up atop
to watch it stumble and fall apart
and it is anguish more than pain
when your mind doesn't want to stay
and you can't help but despair
for how can I do this until the rest of forever?
how many days more can I force myself to seem okay?
it is but a moment, but a flash
but it is an eternity
of burning dark and flame compressed into a second in time
waiting erratically to go supernova
it is the kiss of night searing back during daylight
I hug myself but I cannot find comfort in the grasping of my own arms

Suddenly, I see the wasteland behind my eyes
where I do not smile and stars go to die.