Inner Emotion

Hell

The tears fall slowly,
Drip drip,
Drip drip...

Why is he crying? Why is he all alone?

No one understands him, it's always that he is wrong, that he is simply taking it too serious...

But little do they understand, what they say to him, the hurt that he constantly has to feel...

Because he is nothing, a nobody, he'll never amount to anything.
He's put through Hell on a constant basis, the demons never at ease with their wicked whips...

The lashes keep going, the blood still running freely down his back...

How has he not bled out yet? How is he still alive?

And still there is still only the sound of the cracking whip, and sound of

Drip drip,
Drip drip...

He fights still for his life, his place in this barren wasteland that he is supposed to stay in...

But why even try? What keeps home going? Why does he just keep taking it all?

Even he doesn't know, he just continues on...

Empty and hollow, he is cold and broken, afraid that he'll fade away...

He stumbles he falls, and the demons are there once again with their tools of destruction..

Crack! Blood....
Drip drip,
Drip drip...