What it’s like.

Imagine.

No bone melting heat as the books said there would be.

Not filled with screams or rivers of blood as far as the eye can see.

Instead.

It’s cold. Unbearably so.

Freezing and desolate with soul wrenching, aching loneliness.

Dark. Deprived. Filled with eternal emptiness.

Imagine.

Souls. What once were human souls, crying- begging for peace and respite.

Tired. So very tired.

Of the cold. Of the loneliness. Of God’s spite.

Reaching upwards for a light, a warmth that will never be theirs.

Closing their eyes against the empty solitude that is.

Offering everything they are, everything they were and everything they can be to Him.

Wishing. Praying. Begging for another chance.

Imagine.

No demons. No monsters. Just pain.

From solitude. From the cold. From rejection. From being disowned.

From solitude. From the cold.

From rejection. From being disowned.

A never, ending circle.

Imagine.

Lamenting the lives wasted.

Longing for the light. His love. His forgiveness.

Wishing to no longer be hated.

Always wanting. Always regretting. Always longing. Always-

Always, always-

Hell.