Words from a Hell dweller
Cries of the hounds of hell echo as we clash against
the shadowy wall of misdeeds.
Spirit world seems just like a deep overcast morning
that neither lets the rain to fall nor allows life to peep through.
While I walk on the floor that breathes with ablaze sands,
I wonder why I chose to depart.
I could have fought a little more with my anxieties
and waited for my beloved to give birth to my son.
Perhaps, the fact that I was a inured escapist, pains me more
for the Hell leaves no room for repentance
and no path to escape back to the earth.