Dante's Inferno

There is so much death in here-
My body that is...
I breathe in these decomposed fumes,
Exhale my life's rotting ashes,
Yet somehow...
I'm still here.

It's dumbfounding, you see...
How a stagnant body can go on,
How it continues to live,
Inside a nonexistent life...
A life I don't want,
Nor is it one,
That I asked for...

-I'm screaming in tortured vain.-

I get up,
To suffer...
I go to bed,
To suffer more.
Confined in night terrors,
Dying over and over,
To repeat the same thing,
When I awake.

I'm dead inside this skin.
Which is suffocating tightly,
Covered in charcoaled brimstone,
Screaming in a voiceless agony.

It's a never ending loop.
And I can't help but think...
I must have died some time;
Long ago.

I'm left now in a void,
Where only demons dwell.

(Dear God,
Save me from this pit,
Forgive me of my sins,
Release me from this blazing hell.)

For, now I fear,
I'm just left over pieces-
A troubled soul;
Gone wrong.
Yesterdays fragmented ashes,
Of a girl I once knew,
Who is now stuck in a eternal funeral pyre.
-Burning away-
Destined to repeat a never ending story,
Which has imprisoned me inside my own-
Dante's Inferno.
 
(Written in a fever of anguish.)