Hymns In Hell

By Tvishaa Vijay

Some wounds rot quiet with time

But the scar in this healer still glows, 

A cursed little shrine. 

What a cruel design- to cradle your heart, 

When I couldn't even love mine

And somewhere in that bleeding… he started to shine. 

The walls breathe now, thick with sin 

And the devil slipped in- smooth, under my skin 

It hurt, the pain reverberating through me 

Engraving scars upon my soul, from which I could never be free 

Piece by piece, his shadows build this prison tight 

A fortress forged from anguish, caging me through the endless night 

It’s taking a toll on me, I grind my teeth 

Just to stop from clawing the bone underneath 

But oh, he hums when I’m alone, 

Like he’s always known my soul was his throne 

I laughed in his arms, drunk on ash and desire

Each moon a hymn, each like a choir

He kissed like sin and touched like fate, 

And I learned to love every ounce of hate

He speaks in fire and I don't resist,

Each promise hurts harder than the last he kissed

Now I pray in reverse, on bloodied knees, 

Whispering thanks in corrupted please. 

“But why crawl out of hell, 

When the devil is such a heavenly lover?” 

He doesn’t beg; he devours with grace.

Holds me like ruin belongs in this place,

And if he lets go, what becomes of me?

What if somewhere, the hymns fall quiet, 

Leaving only me, worse than I used to be. 

By Tvishaa Vijay