Doomsday Dance

Were you ever curious to know
If Hell is hot oil in Urns
Or a flaming fire that burns?
Come, share my bed.
 
A Demon set throne in my throat
And ravaged with humongous hunger,
Devoured my organs within its sight
Dancing rampant with all its might.
 
Palliative Care is a boon
To those who won’t leave soon.
The Doomsday dance is never ending.
The writhing pain is all but pending.
 
I know not if it’s day or night.
Am I hungry, or, is it my bowels’ burn?
Am I alone or are there many?
My head splits. Oh! When is it my turn?
 
Family, friends, not in comprehension.
Pain and more pain, only my cognition.
Oh Sleep! Thou shall embrace
And carry me to Eternal Space.