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