There is a Hell

a little something i wrote for my English class

Pain. Pain never leaves it only hides away. The memories of the sun setting is a painful one. Mostly because it has never risen since. The days are cold and we run from them. Always running. Sometimes we run for days just to escape the claws of death; and sometimes we must watch each other fade away and die, turning back into the dust which we were made from. There is no life in this. There are no stars in the sky to guide our way home. We are alone, truly alone. We are nothing but horse voices screaming in the void for souls that don’t share our punishment. “Thomas! Where are you!? Thomas!”