I hear people burning in hell,
It's great here,
Except for the smell,
It smells of
this dead lady's perfume
  that lingers in this room,
Fills this empty room with death & perfum,
Staring out the prison bars
The beautiful
fire lights up hells
Night sky,
Wishing to be free at last
blood dripping down the
Walls
like tears
washing away my darkest fears .
I cant escape my past
From this
The hell fire.