"Door bell" To each his own hell. Their version they will tell. From grace each has fell. Their torment, only one knows well. I have witness the embodiment of my greatest fear. It has blistered my soul but I have not shed a tear. Why can I not cry? I can’t find a reason why. It feels like something died inside. But as I look at myself from the outside All I see is sadness crafted from someone else’s madness I have lost my happiness. But I shall not be buried in the depth of this misery. This moment will be an event of my history. A reflection, only to be seen in a memory. “A once upon a time”, in my life’s story. Burn not these pages of my hell. I’ll keep them, to remember them well. A reminder of how I fell. In the abode of sorrow I will not dwell. Sorry for not staying longer but I only came to visit. Unfortunately I’m already in transit. To the devil of my hell I bid you farewell! If I ever I return, I’ll be sure to ring your “door bell”.
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 02:52:18 +0000
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