Hell's Escalator

My mind is a blank canvas, spotted with imperfections of confusion,
The hour glass still dribbles grains of dirty sand; that is the illusion,
I was caught by the bait, reeled in before my time,
And yet I am taken to Hell’s escalator for my shameful crime.

My body is numb, like cold has caressed it obsessively,
I turn to run, I face the flames, I am hauled back aggressively,
Staring with hazy, unfocused eyes. Seeing , yet not observing the flames,
Dragged further up Hell’s escalator, for my wicked games.

My soul writhes to free itself from this imprisoning shell,
But those disembodied voices cackle the horrors of my hell,
Perpetual hush , and then, and then, a faint tickle racks my spine,
My head is pulled up by unseen hands ; “666” is the sign.

To Hell’s escalator , I was sent to die,
To Hell’s escalator, I was forced to cry.
My only path , for it was doomed,
By Hell’s flames I am consumed….

~By Narien,
~For Ash