If I stare long enough into the darkest hour of winter darkness I can see hell from my bedroom window.

A blood red ocean filled compiled in venom waiting for its next catch of the day.

I skip like a little girl in her fertle dreams over the ebony stained velvet lily pads, making my way to a perminant stay.

You see no dark until You are betrayed by light

Along the way my heavy, bruised eyes catch a glimpse of an aquaintance from the side.

Cristopher Columbus waves to me, no shadows in his shallow face.

He reeks of condemnation .

His sacred name lay as dust under his bruised sainty nail buds.

All around me, equations float.

As a fly who knows not of fear but has a masters in discrase.

y=mx+b, x+y=z, each variable mocking me with pointy teeth and grotesque speech.

velvet turned to blades, broken glass clouding my space it stings a familiar face.

tiny bottles fallen from ships in the sea of red contain the magic of the past, masked as convictions screaming to be read once again.

I skip along the blades of velvet into the depths of darkness, against a never ending trail of betrayel .

Ive been to hell and i saw you there.