Waking in a pool of blood

eyes blurred

bodies all

over the place
 the only light I see is fire
 Life has been ripped from the hands of       time

 I watch the Reaper's children scurry to hunt for     lost souls      

  
 Where are you?

 A place with a lake of Fire, where the condemed wander the pit and the heat of a thousand suns curses everyone with no relief.

 Words melt on my tongue.
 Hell    
 

 My ears hurt horribly
from
the
screams

of the new arrivals.

  My skin shivers, raw, on fire
 They're coming  They're coming

 for me.

 
   
 Aah!  I awake

 It was only a nightmare

 

 
 But I see my clock  the hands of time  tick on. One tick closer to the fire.

 

 By James Nunn       
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