Saw this image online and it picked at my brain for days. Especially with the days I’ve had recently, no wonder. Sketched a poem but it was not exactly making me happy so I left it in drafts.
Then yesterday I stumbled on one of my saved songs on Spotify, Wait by M83, which I’ve looped on until my brain came numb to it. And then What if moment hit, so I worked with suno.ai on 99 iterations and we’re now listening to my version of Gaiman’s Hell in audio form.
Let me know what you think! You can also download it.
Hell within you
Inside you the flame burns down
Black stone beneath your teeth
where breath should be
No exit, no door
The burning is yours
Walk
keep walking
The furnace follows
Not a place
not a place
You are the place
Heat rises through your throat
through your hands
your eyes
Not a place
not a place
not a place
Every room you enter
you bring the coals
Every bed
you bring the ashes
The night cannot cool you
The tide cannot drown it
Give it to no one
it stays
it stays
Your bones are the kindling
Not a place
not a place
You are
you are
you are
You are your own hell
The burning
the burning
Always within you
Creating songs and then watching them come to life feels like magic. This one feels so atmospheric like a full theatre of the mind. Love how it builds, and I can almost feel it wrapping around me.
This is so cool (I live with 2 teenagers, so I have to adapt my language ;))