Hell.
Aye, it does exist.
H’o’ver, not in another dimension,
Nor an’or plane o’ existence.
‘Tis on this one; our realm.

Hell.
‘Tis the time thou finds thyself alone,
On days menth to be with o’ers.
The times thou finds thyself w’thout a sig’fin’t o’er,
Nor a companion , nor friend.

Hell.
‘Tis when thou art by thyself,
No’ne by thy side.
No soul to mu’ter words o’ bethroment and matrimony.
Nor per’on to spend the fruits o’ thy labor on.

Hell.
‘Tis the doubt that creeps in,
That makes beau’ful mom’nts horrible.
‘Tis what cause isolation and woe.
‘Tis what drives a man to kill with thy own hands.

Hell.
A place ‘ere light can’t shine.
A dark void with no bounds.
Place ‘ere ‘ope is left abandoned,
And a place ‘ere fear and strife thrive.

Hell.
‘Tis a place ‘ere evil dwells,
And a place ‘ere love don’t exist.
‘Tis a place ‘ere death is the o’y th’g cer’n,
And ‘tis the place ‘ere I exist.