A Tour Of Hell...A Place for The Lost

In a troubled dream
Featuring lots of screams.
The theatre is a troubled mind,
Though it's sleep but the nightmarish kind!

Upon entering Hell's rusty gates,
Eyes are assailed by dark visions,
Here,no sun to shine,
Light barred from penetrating even as a mine.

Silence, ...then suddenly!
A piercing scream shatters it unceremoniously!
This elicits a mad laughter!
A sadistic ha ha!

Metallic sounds of shackles dragging
Against hard concrete flooring.
Mournful wails and groans,
From men jailed for unpaid loans!

Realisation of being lost hits
Like a cascading ton of bricks.
Mercy has been withdrawn and is no more unobtainable
Fierce judgement instead has become readily available

This is the end of the broadway,
Paved with pleasures and even good intentions!
On this way, many murdered their conscience,
Accusing it of always being loud and pricky
Though it was always soft spoken and never tricky

Ignorance is no appeal,
Sentence pronounced,beyond repeal!
Remorseful prayers are useless here,
Memories of squandered opportunities hanging in the air,
Psycologically haunts and torments!

Though the tears may come as floods,
The burning lake will not have it's flames stopped
Every tearful drop, an igniteable fuel poured

Though this is only a dream,
Allow it to be a reality check,
Not to be seen as an attempt to scare!

An Original:
I hope you would hate this place enough to avoid ending down there.