The Pit And The Sorrow

Opening my eyes to the sound of a scream,

the first thing I smell is the ash.

It all seems surreal, like walking in a dream,

I leave footprints showing my path.

Yesterday felt so far away,

there didn't seem to be a tomorrow.

I didn't know what to say

in this place filled with sorrow.

Feeling it I could,

like thousands of blades cutting through me.

Like a set in Hollywood,

this place, nowhere near something resembling a sea.

Flashes of lightning,

A rumble in the above,

there was nothing to fight for,

no hidden treasure trove.

Gutteral breathing I heard growing near,

footsteps telling me how close.

Bodies retching, screaming out in fear,

only one reality, the one that fits the most.

I remembered yesterday,

the things I had done.

I remember all the things at play

and seeing the barrel of that gun.

The sound was the last thing I heard,

Warm crimson flowed over my hand.

The fading tweet of a bird,

my soul leaving the land.

My sins had finally caught up with me

when I awoke.

Punished in hell for eternity,

until my spirit broke.

Taken to my final judgment,

ferried through hell on this boat.