Hell

They say that Hell is fire.
They say your soul will burn.
They're wrong, I know,
Because I feel cold, like snow.

There's no flame.
This place is dark.
There is no light at all.
Nobody comes, no matter how much you call.

You're all alone,
But you feel so damn afraid.
Never will you hear another sound.
Your soul will never ever be found.

No light will find you.
No voice will either.
There will be no eyes to see.
You'll be trapped and never free.

You'll crave the light,
And you'll crave the warmth.
You'll crave the sound,
And to be unbound.

Most of all, you'll have one pain,
To be so all alone,
And this pain will never subside.
This pain you can not hide.

So, this place of fire,
Of torture and burning,
Really sounds so nice,
Because this place is more like I'm trapped in ice.