There is a different kind of Hell,
a pain I know not yet of
It is the pain of a mother separated from her children
a sadness that rend the heart until it beats not and kills the soul
Yet in this moment, I am the dunce,
my ignorance in plain view
My heart breaks as I recognize that I am void
of more empathy to comfort my dear hurting friend standing before me now
Thus Hell births Hell as I listen
motionless like a mannequin
Desiring to help but held captive
by my lifeless, plastic skin
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