There was once a strange chimney perched atop a grubby-shank home. A run down tenement building down the alleyways. A building with flat, dilapidated roof with shaggy floors, seemingly would rupture apart any moment gives. Has no sign of living in one way or another; a place devoid of any human warmth. The chimney was shaped like a certain human organ: a giant, purplish beating heart covered in molds and spores. With one hole at the end oozing greenish fumes which reek the stench of molten corpses. Eventually crippled the withered sky even further with its deathly stench.
The other end, like any other chimney, goes connected with the rest of the building. Down onto the areas where the furnace hall resides, right through an enormous fireplace, which in fact, was a gigantic broiler room. Who knows, what appears to be just a shank, seedy tenement would house such deformity. In fact, the room was the biggest in the whole building. Teak floors that rattled by, with various holes leading to oblivion. Cryptic walls having no sense of design enticing morbid feelings.
The room with such high ceiling, with various standing platforms side-by-side. At the broiler room's corner lies various vertically ascending chair to climb up. The platforms, also had the same set of stairs to climb altogether towards the top. Each level of these platforms housed various compartments with bone-built doors of entrance, revealing the room built up with bones and rotting organs.
Various skull-shaped pillars supported the platforms, starting from the broiler room up to the topmost. Its eyes and mouth gaping open, flickering unholy green flames. The fiendish fire burning within the innermost center, emitted fumes which would ascend further up, ejected to the chimney. From within the large vent at uppermost part, it would continue defiling the air.
What was burning within the innermost sect was a gigantic, aborted fetus. Various living skeletons around it swinging forth their bones in laughter; rattling their boney jaws; merrily danced around the big cauldron where the fetus burned away from the very beginning. There was no cry nor wailing of agony. An aborted fetus was supposed to be dead, but its body just won't decay nor burn within this unholy flame. An unwanted existence.
The eyes gaped open; giving empty stares to nothingness. Its features resembling a human baby, overgrown it seems, with the remnants of its scalp seemingly kracked open. It reveals a gigantic brain, even larger than its head; the only part which beats and vibrates like a living heart. The brain contracts a lot; gradually imploding in size; the tendons squeezed so tight; looks painful and gruesome just to stare at. Seemingly on the verge of exploding, but for some unknown reason, the brain was still intact.
Its body, in contrast - distorted; crippled; thrown outta proportions. From its wide chest lies a gaping hole with various hook-shaped thorns protruding from the sides. On the skin beneath the thorns lay various wounds oozing reddish-dark pus.
Amidst the burning fire, the thorns fiercely rattled; anticipating poor souls to devour. In depths of it, within the gap, lies a big, dead eye. It was open, with irises reflecting back the darkness of your soul . Uprooted deep within the chest, where hundreds of dead cockroaches filled it up. Not just a simple, dead cockroach. Each of it, in its carapace, occasionally blinks a bloodshot eye which stares directly at you, from your room, from deepest part of you.
Millions of eyes would in turn, stare at you. Unable to avert your gaze even more, within the darkness. You stared back and the eyes grew larger, engorge in size. You cannot escape. Even your heartbeat betrays you. A severed, bleeding hand chokes upon your beating heart, forcefully pulling the blood veins whilst restraining it. On the verge of exploding, you let out a wailing scream unlike any other, resulting in violent rupture of your vocal chords. Vomiting blood, you choked, the intense pain swirling down your throat.
Pain hurts so much you want to scream, but it brings more pain just to yell your thoughts and cry for help. You realized something you vomited as the nausea accumulates. In that instant, you're unable to feel your heartbeat, no matter how scared you are. You have the mouth; you cannot scream. Outlying darkness everywhere; can't even see anything.
In exception of the millions of eyes staring at you, there's nothing else visible - but this time, nothing was present; complete, utter blindness. With your legs limping you knelled down, curled yourself into a prone. Crawled, and crawled, rubbing the disgustingly textured ground with both of your hands. Each momentary lapse filled your hands with immense itch, but you persevered. After passing struggles, you finally came on towards a certain object filled with a stench of vomit.
You grabbed hold of it, certain that its the thing you just vomited so far away. It, was, your, heart, beating, heart. It trembles violently, the vibrations rummaged across your body, causing a dizzy feeling and headache. Your body contorted and twisted according to the rupture. Your senses disoriented; your hands numb and soon enough unable to contain it as you let go. As the remainder of its violent vibration leaving your numbing hand, it also left you with a thundering explosion which caused massive amounts of stream to flow quickly down your ears.
Your beating heart was gone, what was left was the remnants of it flying towards all directions, with blood pouring out all across your skin and clothes.
In depths of panic, you tried to regain your composure, but you can't. There's no longer any time. Various eyeballs protruded from your skin, popping through your clothes, covering your entire body. It was slimy, and the stench of rot was so immense it filled you with utter disgust. You swatted one of them, and it was met by a wailing, screeching scream on top of their voices, piercing down your eardrums. The explosion of one eyeball was followed by massive array of explosions, along with your whole body.
There was a slight numb, and eventually you're unable to feel anything.
You were lost in oblivion.
Staring at the eyes within the gap of the fetus, it reminded you of something, didn't it? The disgusting thing at the burning cauldron, was none other than your body. Even if your soul is free, your body will continue on existing without decay, for all eternity. As morbid it seems, the stench it gives will pollute the entire world with blight. Making this place a living hell. Nothing in sight will show signs other than decay. Nothing of warmth, but eerie chill; mournful agony.
Now, isn't that a paradise?