I’ve been booked for a holiday in hell,

whose soundtrack is a constant ringing bell.

Each meal, exactly same, and sleep, a losing game.

If there’s an escape route, no one will tell.

The personnel ensure they’ll be your friend.

But, what they don’t explain: it will not end.

There’s no plan for return; it’s an eternal burn.

An S.O.S. is nothing you can send.

Goodbye world I’ve known most all my life.

So long home, hearth, kitty cats and wife.

It’s strange I’ll not be missed.

Seems I’ve been Judas-kissed.

And now I hold the wrong end of the knife.

My life’s become a film stuck on repeat,

an endless journey down a one-way street.

It’s home without a range.

The view will never change.

From living soul, I’ve now turned into meat.