The path to hell
is paved with good intentions
lined with misconceptions
and overgrown with second chances.

The path to hell
is laden with accidents
covered by smiles that never reach the eyes
and painted with insincere apologies.

The path to hell
is walked on by the betrayed
guarded by the secret keepers
and slowly tip-toed on by the innocent.

The path to hell
is engraved with excuses
cleaned by tears
and wiped by gentle fingers.

The path to hell
is long, narrow and winding
lit by dim firelight
and crossing over small creeks.

The path to hell
takes time to walk
gives time to review, regret
and time to forget.

The path to hell
is calm and quiet
just the sound of the wind
and light footsteps on the ground.

The path to hell
is beautiful and pure
like steady moonlight
and still, clear water.

The path to hell
is a reflection of perfection
like the midnight sky
scattered with stars.

The path to hell
is indestructible
with strength and beauty
withstanding all tests of time.

The path to hell
is quiet screams
sobs muffled by pillows
a silent for of torture.

The path to hell
impossible to see
hidden in plain sight
almost invisible.

The path to hell
is the sunset's faint light
as the purple turns to blue
ethereal, unnerving sight.

The path to hell
is in the poet's searching eyes
best described with details
by those exposing all life's lies.

The path to hell
is as fickle as the mind
it isn't what it seems
and doesn't seem like what it is.

The path to hell
like those who walk it
is ever-changing
never ending.

The path to hell
is a metaphor
to the reality
we never see.

The path to hell
is not what you think
for all its beauty
it is still purely evil.

The path to hell
isn't wasn't
and never will be
real.

The path to hell
is in the heart
the mind
carved deeply in the soul.

The path to hell
is nothing
but hell
itself.