Tricia Lemaster

Rookie (10.13.94 / In my lovers arms, United States)

Death With The Devil - Poem by Tricia Lemaster

Death is the departure of your body.
Many will go above, but special people get to go
below.
They say hell is a bad place, but they
haven't been there
It's dark,
hot,
red,
black,
demonic.
If you're lucky, you'll become a demon
If you're lucky you'll become one of us
Deep down here, there is death
Death, suicide and murder
Once you enter you may not leave
you may to try to heave the door open to the outside
You are stuck inside here
With the devil
You are stuck with death


Comments about Death With The Devil by Tricia Lemaster

  • The Jesus Of Suburbia Is A Lie (12/25/2009 2:14:00 PM)


    This poem seems incomplete...
    U should extend it a little more...
    It will be better after it...some more negativity etc, ....
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, December 25, 2009


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