Hell

I often wonder… Have I died without knowing? Is that possible? And if it is, how did it happen? Nevermind the answers to these questions. I want to know this… Why am I in Hell? I never thought I was that horrible of a person. Yet, for some reason I awaken every day in a little more pain than the previous day.The demons have found their way inside me. I know this. From age thirteen to the present, they’ve been eating. Chewing, clawing, and laughing their asses off. They are making their way out. Along the trail, they have left behind damaged nerves, lack of senses, and diseased organs. They must keep eating, though. So they absorb the very blood that flows and with it comes my teeth, eyesight, and sexual drive.My kidneys are failing, my stomach refuses to hold any food. The demons of which I speak are Diabetes and Epilepsy. They’ve spewed their side effects all over and I wonder… Why? Killers, rapists, child molesters, and wife beating pieces of shit walk free. Enjoying the sunny day, with the wind at their back. I sit and rot in my own HellNow, I agree. This was alot of pissing and moaning. The big man down stairs realizes this too. That is why he creates these beautiful, sunny days. So, when I wake up in the morning, I’m teased to try to make it one more day.

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