Given birth upon the back of a mistake. You shine brightly where the light has been killed. Frozen against the burning pain around you, one must wonder how you came to be here. Hellflowers carpet the floor here and give reminder to the fact that this place is for the truly lost. Their captivated beauty made even more delicate by the impression of their surroundings. How they glisten against the backdrop of humanity. Tears of regret fall constantly from these mistaken creations. They are bound by a cycle of life in a place of death, a life not worth living. Even their name screams of regret.
When all we see around us is an endless hell any written hell dims in comparison. When your vision is shattered by the light cascading off tear drops that dangle from your eyelashes like chandeliers of your failures. When you begin to search desperately for the last moment among moments. That is when a hellflower begins to blossom. A seed is planted by a thought and a blossom opens from a deed. And so each hellflower is a deed, a conclusion to end all endings. They sparkle and shine as they live their regret for all time. A beautiful mistake.