Going To Hell - Poem by Ellie Watts
the knifes cold steel bites my wrist.
i feel the icey touch of deaths kiss.blood flows and the wind blows.
i see the ghosts of years past.
my living life is not long to last.
death takes my hand and leads me to the light.
i didn't even put up a fight.
i had no reason to.
he was saving me.
At Heaven's gate, he asks me if I have the key.
I say no, andhe drops me...
Throwing me to the firey depths of hell.
there my demon took over and i became
who i once was.
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