Circle Poem by Marlena Rose

You broke her heart
Tore it apart.
You nearly ruined her life.
So now I will end yours with my knife.
You will go to hell for your sins
But I will drag your soul back again.
How ever many ways there are to die,
I hope you go through them all and cry.
And when your soul is gone I hope it fell,
Fell into the last circle of hell.
The one reserved for liars and mutineers.
This is how you will pay for her tears.