Given life to waste, and ever living the loss. Dwelling as A ghost of my former self. Trapped inside the chest of A living corpse, screaming silent at the darkness that I Hold inside. Cold space – death code – Hell's maze – my void. A void at the heart of my self: Hell is a version of life. Connected to the foulness, pierced by all the darkness, Duplicated, re-enforced and seen again and again. Enlightenment is a burden, yet a triumph for the Hellbound, Duplicated, re-enforced and seen again, again, And again! "Per me si va ne la città dolente, Per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, Per me si va tra la perduta gente. ... Lasciate ogne spiranza, voi ch'intrate" This beginningless, endless emptiness: a voyage for the Passionate. This nightmarish, foul senselessness; A discovery nakedly passionless. Faced with what's within: all Heaven's bliss – reversed! The irrational as law; a horrid web of thoughts; an Illogic vortex void; whirls of senseless filth; wells to Drink from, luring waters, depths in which to drown.