In the realm of my mind, a private Hell resides,
Where sorrow and torment entangle and collide.
A twisted landscape, where nightmares unfurl,
And the weight of despair makes my spirit swirl.
The echoes of anguish resound through the air,
As demons within me fiercely tear and snare.
Each step I take feels like sinking in quicksand,
Lost in the labyrinth of my own self-made land.
In this desolate realm, time stands still,
As I navigate through the valleys of my own will.
My thoughts, like thorns, pierce the fabric of hope,
Binding my soul, denying the chance to cope.
Visions of regrets haunt my every thought,
The mistakes of the past, relentlessly sought.
Regret's icy fingers tighten their grip,
Leaving scars on my heart that never will slip.
Silent screams echo through the empty spaces,
Locked in a dance of despair, with twisted faces.
The flickering candle of hope, dim and frail,
Struggles to shine in this desolate tale.
Yet, in the midst of this somber abyss,
A spark of resilience, a glimpse of bliss.
The strength to rise, to confront the night,
To vanquish the darkness, embrace the light.
For within this Hell, a warrior resides,
With courage and faith as their trusted guides.
To forge a path through the shadows deep,
And claim liberation from sorrows that seep.