make a deal with
a demon or the
devil, himself,
and automatically
grant yourself a
free ticket to ride
down to the
pits of Hell.

when your side
of the deal is up,
don’t be alarmed to
hear the viscous sound
of growling and barking;
they’re only Hell Hounds,
really nothing to be afraid of,
seeing as they’re only doing their job.

sure, they will tear
your clothes into shreds,
search for your heart to
slice it open, and make you
bleed until death greets and
shakes you warmly by the
hand to welcome you to
your new home.

the flames of Hell will
lick your soul for days,
which will seem like many
years back in Earth,
as you are bound with
chains on each leg and arm;
you will scream for help, you
will scream for a loved one,

but in the end,
no one can hear
you and your pity.