This Hell of Mine

Here I sit in my self made hell,

My prison of flesh, and ponder

What does freedom look like?

Will I float away into the universe, 

Untethered and free?

Or disappear forever,

With only memories left of me?

Will I be forced to live this hell once more, 

Inside another prison, 

Simply bred again for new tortures,

Or will I finally get to rest?

Peace is all I crave,

I long for silence in my head,

I ache for the comfort of death,

But if life is hell,

Then what does hell after death look like?

I do not even ask for heaven,

Nor more hell or earthly suffering,

Simply peace and eternal sleep;

A wish to let my tired soul rest.