"Vision of hell"

"Vision of hell"

The redoubt of their ignorance

It was a cold winter day

end of June month

I was traveling on a motorcycle

For an almost deserted road

Already dusk

My body writhed in cold

Time seemed not exist

My fate seemed infinite

The weariness and anguish plagued me

That situation seemed to have no end

Here come the crack of consciousness

And me

"Vision of hell"

The vision of a place

Cold, silent, lonely

A tenebrous place

Where would feel

The skin on your face chill

freeze your hands

the joints of your body ache

Your feet fall asleep

You will not feel any wind

Not even a breeze on your face

A place totally empty, lonely

Will feel an intense thirst

But not have water to drink

You will feel an insatiable desire to eat

But not have kill their food hungry

But not die, after all the main objective is free them

Of all his vices and desires

Also you will feel intense loneliness

Not have nobody to share his anguish

Be alone, only with yourself

And in the company of his conscience

Anguish and loneliness as their only companions

Time does not exist, there will be no day or night

As an evening in a cold winter day

The light, as the midnight sun

see just a penumbra

Stay on the border between light and darkness

Will be similar to walking on a semiarid region

At dawn cold winter

Only the glow of twilight

The sound is almost entirely lacking

Do not hear the sound of your walks

Only hear a small noise in his voice

Will walk, will walk, will walk

And not reach anywhere

Hell Will always with you

Will always be on your conscience

You'll have all the time in the world to

Reflect on their actions

The weather in this place will seem eternal

You will have to live with the memory of their deeds

What did and what they did not do

You had the power to put there

You will also have the power to leave

Depend only on you

At the end of hell is not eternal

Eternal will be the length of their unconsciousness and ignorance