Patient 054

Misconceptions of a thoughtless reality.
A twisted turn of events, returns with a curse.

Scarred with endless markings of survival.
Memories of the pain, ignite my soul into hell fire.
Dramatized by the acts of relatable methods of demise.

Is this the true hell? Am I damned?
There seems to be no end to the echoing screams.
Down the halls of torments souls,
The walls bleed the final moments of another's life.

Tasting the electrical charge flowing in my bones,
it only excites me more.
And the bone chilling waters makes me feel wired.

What a delight it is to experience these enhanced senses,
even when the dead are around me.