Hell is where things go

Things fall
They crash
To the emptiness beyond the ground
To a fire
A hell
Somewhere for those things to belong
Maybe someday too, it awaits for me
For the day I mess up
Slip on my own mess
Fall and crash
Down through the floor
With thoughts and memories of pain
That is how I end
With nothing good to remember
Nothing worth living for
I hated myself
And now even more
As I sit near the sleepy hallow brush
And sing to my secret sweet symphony
Song inside my head
Roll my while I go mad
Slip from reality
Let the dark things in my mind take me
I never had a reason
Never was aloud to love
Kept from existing as a person
Left to rot in waist and pain
No one cared for me
But look at me now
Laughing and smiling
With their blood on the ground
It spilled, but not by me
Of their enemies
From their friends
For a secret inferno burns in us all
And a demon is who we are