Burning Echoes Poem by April Humason

Lay me down in the depths of hell's domain,
Where sin becomes my prey, a haunting bane.
Dwelling with demons, the stench of death,
In this inferno's grasp, I'm forced to take my breath.

No golden doorway in this dark hotel,
No celebrity runway, just Lucifer's carousel,
A fiery ride, my wickedness to repay,
In this furnace, I endure eternal dismay.

The Devil's ashtray, forsaken, I pray,
Bid farewell to past joys, they all decay.
Compelled into darkness, my soul does bend,
In the colorless dungeon, a world without end.

My tormented body, each cell it destroys,
As I embrace this fate, with no joyful noise.
Reliving hell's torment, I'm ensnared in its chain,
A captive to evil's flames, again and again.

The scent of my decay, my fate takes a toll,
As I dwell in shadows, consumed by the coal.
In this relentless cycle, my soul's devoured whole,
The price I pay, beneath flames that control.