Poems from beyond the grave...

Flames

They lick at your body, the scent of sulfur and cooking engulfs your nose as the flames make your skin bubble as a piercing pain engulfs your throat.
Your home is engulfed around you. Your parents are limp and dead, crippled on the ground in front of you.
'WHY?!' Your voice cracks as your continuous torture starts to break your soul.
The flames have begun to lick at you, causing steam and unbearable heat as you watch the skin on your arms and hands blister and pop repeatedly and begin to bleed continuously.

Your family is dead. You are all alone, being tortured by other people in a cult.
The flames are your comfort as you slowly blend with your pain. The occasional darkness and silence within your mind becomes your haven. You feel your sanity begin to slip away as impossible thoughts and strange sights come to you gradually. You are laughing at everything they do.

You sit up in bed and feel the mark they scarred you with. You start crying then sigh as the hellish flames consume you. The hell you are living in is now your home.
Your soul has disappeared.

Welcome to your living hell.
You can never escape.