There are no women or children,
There is no food in hell,
For it was Lucifer who so loved Man,
Who so loved god, and fell.

There are flags and damp cigars,
There is cheap scotch and rich stains,
There are bodies in the streets,
And walls covered in shed brains.

There are eyes in the ceilings,
Ears adorning chairs and cots,
Silence rules each room and hallway,
Every day distorts your thoughts.

You will not remember yesterday,
Nor your life tomorrow will take,
Sleep will bring you only suffering,
The hell is knowing that you’ll wake.