Through the Flames of Hell

I dreamt a death not followed by light, but by fire. Not heaven’s embrace, but Hell’s cruel depths awaited me. I wandered, lost in judgment I could not understand, shrouded in shame, a silent sinner beneath unseen skies. A mask found my face, and with it, silence. Thread stitched my lips—delicate, merciless— and no cry could pierce the burning dark. Demons circled like shadows with eyes. I stood, voiceless, hollowed by fear. No food, no drink, no breath of grace— my mouth, sealed by fate, forever. There was no hope of return, no ladder from flame. Only the truth: I must change. To survive, I must forget the light. To endure, I must learn the language of the damned.

Dimensions: 16cm x 20cm

Sold unframed.