In a place meant for no man,
Feeling less than whole.
An angel without wings,
Came to collect it’s toll.
It didn’t recognize my face,
But said, it recognized my soul.
It thought that I burned away some time ago,
In another life that I’d lost control.
How I managed to slip it’s grasp,
Was a quandary it didn’t know.
The only thing that mattered,
Was the debt that my soul owed.
The angel had no face,
Only an aura that vibrantly glowed.
And I realized it wasn’t an angel at all,
As it spoke of a hell below.
It’s voice pierced my ear drums,
And sent my spine the coldest chill.
It left me frozen,
Wrapped in concrete, completely still.
My fate was an inferno,
One that would pulverize my will.
Until the universe collapses,
And there is nothing more to kill.