The place I call Hell

The sound of bells wake me

Another day in the place I call Hell

The tortured, weak groans of my fellow unfortunates

Surround me

Another day in the place I call Hell

Working hard is not an option

Working until you physically cannot push yourself further 

Is what they take pleasure in

Another day in the place I call Hell

You fall- You must get up

You complain- You will never get up complain again

You cry- Your tears will soon mingle with your blood

You collapse- They will make sure you ne'er rise again

The food we get is vile

Next to impossible to digest

But there is no option

You must eat

'else you'll starve

I see a lady fall

Her friends try to get her up

Before she is seen

She rises

But not before a whip

Lashes across her back

The whip breaks the skin

The whip pulls back for another

The blood flies off the end

A drop lands-

A drop lands on my lip

I gasp

The blood drips into my mouth

The bitter, metallic taste

Fogs my mind

I spit

The taste lingers

Another day in the place I call Hell