• I always thought I was in the depths of hell.
    Until I met someone who was just like me.
    We started talking, and I started climbing.
    As we grew closer and closer to each other,
    I felt as if I was nearing the top of this chasm.

    In retrospect, I really should have noticed,
    I was never climbing in an upward direction.
    Shortly after a salaciously sin filled evening,
    I came to an intensely appalling realization,
    I found it quite unsettling and disturbing.

    The first part of this horrible revelation was
    I had grown a great deal of contentment
    with the condition my life was currently in.
    And the second part of this hideous surprise
    I realized I was wrong about hell’s location:

    My hell is coming from your head, not mine!

    These findings seemed rather confounding
    How could one feel complacent while being
    plagued with unrealistic levels of discomfort?
    Have you heard the story of Prometheus,
    or the castigation he received from Zeus?

    Zeus had him chained to a rock for eternity.
    Each day an eagle rips out and eats his liver.

    After Prometheus’ liver has been devoured,
    he has to endure the pain for an entire day.

    Each dawn, all of his wounds instantly heal,
    right before the eagle returns for more liver.

    The reason Prometheus was being punished?
    He gave the knowledge of fire to all mortals.

    I doubt Prometheus will ever grow content
    with an unending torture as brutal as that.

    With a soul that is comparable to his liver,
    I just dont see why im satisfied with my own life.