A child could tell
His tear would show
How hope fell
Dark lies he'd throw
His dead mother-
Gone father
Left no other
To bother

Maybe his abyss
Had something more
Something amiss
He wore
Never-sorry sins
Oblivion hate
Towards truthful kin
Of wealthy fate

It can't be hell-
For tears he shed
He hides it well
The regret bled
It too a lie
Of only woe-
Wishing to die
He couldn't show

No angels in this place
But just a shard of hell
And bit of disgrace-
Shall not repel