Damned to the Black Lake

In the minds of the peacefully damned there is a black lake where we sit. Red cherry blossom trees surround it. We are all here cloaked by the mist of darkness all around. But in the middle of the mist is this lake. This lake of Darkness, there are many of us that stand around this lake looking into the dark waters seeing our true self's as we really are, and it is us who really understand what this world is and who lives in it. So silently we stand never moving only watching. Peaceful and quite are we who stand at the lake. While deep in our souls a black fire burns. Unquenchable is the flame, always consuming our souls and minds. Tell the bitter end when we die, and if we where opened after death you would fined the burned remains of a useless fool. One who was dumb enough to stand and stare at the lake. Finding it so hard to leave, cause the longer you stay the harder it is to leave this place. And when you die and go to hell here your soul stays at the lake in the quite as though you never left, and here we are damned for an eternity.