No matter how vigorously you attempt to escape
Your feelings betray you.

As the delusions rot away within your soul
You become a prisoner of your own regrets.

Jealousy seethes to the surface
Despite lingering in the shadows of your own mind.

For those who do not receive proper closure
Insanity eats them alive like a virus.

The dreams of happiness between the two of you
Die a slow and painful death.

Conscious knowledge that there will never be love exists
As the trust in others has been eliminated.

All that remains of your being
Is an empty shell devoid of emotion and love.

Trapped in a coffin of doom
As she unknowingly buries you alive.

Those close to you can no longer tell
Once the transformation is completed.

Acknowledging permanent isolation is a necessity
Which results in walking the Earth as a living corpse.

Perhaps the key to freedom
Is through the contemplation of controlling your death

Is there really any difference between Life and Hell?