the entrance to hell is filled with gold

lovely gold. promises and more - to cause an abrupt stop. any practical man would ponder. what's the catch? but the doors are firmly latched, you cannot see what is opaque, there is no sound coming from the other end. tight lips that does not pry open and the first step is tentative, the second is confident, the third is smugness. ugly soul. but it is all wrapped up like a christmas parcel, the inside is hidden, obscure while the painting is elaborate. ugly mind. reaching out to drink more from the putrid lake filled with worms, they latch firmly to bones, hatching eggs with a harvest sprouting winged beast taking carriers to far off lands a dystopian dream emerging from compact promises cracked. ugly flesh. wanting to deface the town with spiraling strokes eroding firm rock. till the acid leaks into the inside, then the shine is taken away from all these splendid stars, dying embers unable to cry. ugly heart. for the appetite is like a chainsaw plummeting from the sky, with fragments of rainbow cut through, then the crestfallen are layered on top of each other. they become part of history relearned, revisited punish them again, dig their memories and lash burning coals on ghost that can not rest. lovely hell comes as heroes, comes as saviors, comes as delightful cakes layered by many sacrifices who never wanted to become the stone graves colored yellow outside that infinite space whose deeds are never written with blood. drink, eat. till the gates finally open, and one mighty jaw yawns lazily. it's MY TIME.