Pandemonium

Once more I stand before the gates of hell,
Unknowing what awaits me on the other side.
I grip the rope tightly and ring the bell,
The gates open wide, beckoning me to come
inside.

A winding staircase I climbed down
In every step I took, my heart beat faster
With screams of my Mother coming from the ground
Followed by the resonating shouts of my Father.

But when hell is not like this,
A deafening silence envelopes me,
With a curtain of deceitful peace,
Sleep is unable to take over me.

This is my home, this is my life,
I’d rather end it with the edge of a knife.