Hell Those haunts, Striped away, You cant run, You cant hide, If only to feel something, You would ask for pain. Nothing but the skin, Of a body remains. A darkness, A hunger, Bleeding from the soul, Severing from under. Beware all of those, Who challenge this thunder. It can swallow you whole, It can eat your want to live, It can lace control. Begging for breath, Crying for life, Riddled and restless, Waking with everlasting, Throat to knife. Footsteps follow, Creeping from black, Heart is broken, Its faining relax. It happens, Its there, It is behind weakened stares. It is a ripple of liqiud glass, Hardening in the chest, Creating spikes, Killing fast. Believe me when I tell you, That hell exists, It is not beneath the ground, On which you walk, But in YOUR MIND, Playing tricks. A poem about the depths of depression. S.J. Rowland
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 20:36:01 +0000
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