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Hell is not fire and brimstone

It is the days faded to months

The bleak ache that is ever numb

It is the months waned into years

So did the stars in my eyes die

My youth ebbed with the tides of time

I felt not myself, and indeed lost such meaning

Alcohol flowed, a façade of the warmth I'd lost

Loved ones whispered concern and fear of my dark path

My wife and child's love turned hopeless, then to despair

My once bleeding heart then decayed

Wounded and weeping an ichor

Dull this damn pain

Give me some peace

Tragedy, one night I found myself

Bottle after bottle at the bar far from home

A wildfire had broken out

My abode engulfed by the flame

Dad was not at home to protect

Shame 'pon my name

I am no man

Blessed be those made gods image

Blessed be those who despair and rot

And so I begged for a savior I'd never felt

And indulged the devil given too many dues

My family

My failure

Ever lingering visage a haunting image

Straight to my last breath, my last day

Delivered by my poison, my escapism

Now my organs fail as I speak my final words

"I take not the hand that never fed"

And for my final utterance I am god damned