I never want to go back there,
where my mind can only see despair.
In that desert,
mouths dry, lips cracked.
Where every 'friend' takes
what they want, then stabs you in the back.
Where hatred is commonplace,
and you'll never know anyone's true face.
Where love is a facade for lecherous murder.
Where comedy is a loud noisy distraction,
from everyone's malevolent passions.
Where you could seduce me into my death,
Or kill me out in the open.
I'd still scream the truth, and you'd have
to live with every word that I'd spoken.
I never want to spend the evening with demons.
With their lying, narcissistic, cannibalistic legions.
Where music is just a sound used to lead
you into a bottomless pit,
Where conversations are filled with fallacy & deception.
Where every sentence is alive with false pretenses.

You see, I've been to hell and
it's not filled with sulfuric fire.
It's filled with familiar faces
who are murdering liars.
You see I've walked in the abyss
Where everything from far away
looks beautiful, but up close
is counterfeit and artificial.
Where they coax you into a sleep,
then kill you in your nightmarish dreams.
Where your better off on the street,
than in the familiarity of home.
Where you're better off alone,
than with the people you thought you'd known.
Everything's a parody, and everything's a game,
a prelude to something repetitive, and something insane,
that inflicts the most fatal agony.
Where people only get together to plot against
someone else.
I've been to hell,
and it's a story I wish I never had the experience to tell.