Another Day In Hell...

At the end of another day in hell, I wonder and wander, lost into interrogative stanzas of dismal sense, listening to echoes from beyond, like euphonies made by fallen Angels, melodies of sweet cacophony, pure symphonies, At the End of another day in hell, my thoughts flee from me, and abandon my existence, for not even myself stand sharing the room with me, the darkness and forlorn dreams make a dance of sublime grace into the lake of my sorrow, like black crows taking fly into the inmensity of night... And Again I Am here, alone, wandering into the shadows path, wondering and wondering, but no answer come to me, for I evoid them, only the music from beyond is the real shelter, the protection from my own hand, for demise can come unto me by my hand, At the end of another eternity in hell, I just lay on the ground naked before the eyes of fiendshly companions, Alone, surrounded by decay and demise, Alone at the edge of a cliff of fear, waiting for the wind to either take me away or push me into the oblivion, but I shall say I rather oblivion than being taken away, there is no redemption, there is no salvation, for my doom is in me, for I am my own Doom, because I am the creator and prosecutor of my own, and At the end of another day in hell, I am just here standing alone, coiling into foetous mud of tears, coiling into my wrath, I am just here standing alone, for I am alone for now and ever...