Dragging Me To Hell Poem by Ana Vera

Hell seeks its' nicest victims
One by one they reach their soul
Grasp their throats with tight thin ropes
Gasping for those last sweet breaths
I need to live to know what could have been
Before i die this crucial death
Too much pain being dealt
Should i die and let my mind float with wonder
Of the moments i have missed
Worthless fights with loved ones
And the kisses i have shared them with
Now I'm stuck with misery
As hell keeps dragging me in
My nails scraping this earth
Engraving them with blood and tears
As I'm being brought under to hell
Anger, red in in my eyes
Now hate is all I feel
My body now feels numb
Burning punches from the lies
Ready to take another worthless victim
And now i have found one
And look!
Around their neck, a rope ties