Diamonds In Hell

If you ever find yourself slouched on the world’s perfect riddance If, somehow, all the air that’s stayed with you are smokes of cigarettes If you know that you have fallen into the hands of hell, blazing with fire, Flickering like live wire, Seek further down the path- Intrude further down the core- For there is no question, How diamonds find derision, isolation and hell As places to score a flawless sleep.