Hell is behind the Door

The locked door in your mind trembles

Monsters yearn to break free

Their voices are wet, dripping with poison, tar and saliva

They whisper, tempt and plead to be let out

But you know what those nightmares do

They would desecrate your temple of a body

They would have you carve away at yourself

Everything that made up your being would slowly spill out

Hell is place you created to lock those monsters away

You swallowed the key so they could not escape

But you must stay attentive

The door does not disappear

It remains

Waiting