Hell

The fiery depths
Of this so-called hell
I'll see it at the toll
Of the very last bell

Nothing but pain
Misery perhaps
It's worse than boot camp
Minus the taps

It seems like I'm there
At all times
Except when I hear
Those extravagant bells

Those bells make me feel
That great passion of love
I feel I could fly
As high as a dove

But when there is no bells
No way for sun to shine
I'm always in pity
Always I deny

The thing I call hell
But you call it life
Just ring those damn bells
Before I get the knife