Lament of the Damned

“I’d rather laugh with the sinners in Hell, than cry with the saints in Paradise…”
That was a motto I held fast to
If only I could laugh
It was what I told my brother in my final hour
At my deathbed, he pleaded that I repent
Oh the Worms
The unending Worms
How they Writhe
How they Burn
All I see; the glow of molten sulfur and slime coated Worms
All I hear; The crack of my bones breaking and mending in an endless cycle
My Screams; rendered into nothing but faint and desperate gurgling
So Alone
There is no true isolation anywhere but this place
The unending worms…
In my bones
In my mind
Breaking, tearing, and mending…
In life, He was always there
He held out his hand to me, and I mocked Him, spat in His face
He knocked at the door of my heart, and I laughed on the other side
I claimed to be above Him, to be beyond Him
I would mock and humiliate His followers in public
I would fill my life with pleasures, everything I wanted at my fingertips
In life I had fame
In death, I have this