Hell Poem by Tofur Damico

It's funny how people say
'Home is where your heart is'
I guess my home is nowhere.
It feels as if someone has taken my heart.
That it's been ripped out, stepped on and trown into a blender to be fed to a pack of blood-thirsty wolves.
Like I had no point of being there, like I had no place in the world.
Everyone around me is laughing and having a good time, but only because they had someone to step on.
I won't be here much longer though.
Because my reign will soon end in the hell they call 'home'
I will watchthem from my own dark corner.
To die in pain and sorrow,
for the rest of eternity,
waiting for my time to return.