Hell's Prison

Her eye's are prosecuted to see, A darkened soul, now lingers, into anger and rage, against, this machined body, that exhausts my mind, with no way to return, It's existence, has been, captivated and buried, deep beneath, The floors, of burning tar, I cry hopelessly down, A rivered waterfall where they seep in A black hole wash, knowing that her reality, of it all has become her reaper, as she SNAPPS, back through to the hot seat, that roars inside her, The battle continues to race, these walls, I burn, in determination to heavens gate, Ashes-to- ashes;Dust-to-dust, I'm asking my ALMIGHTY'S forgiveness, to let me come home, cause there's NO ICE-WATER here, at HELL'S PRISON, for I am thirsty....To love again, as GOD'S apostle.......