Living Hell - Poem by Gentry Arnold
Demons, fire, hatred, fights..
Why won't it get well..?
Why can't you make it right..?
Don't pull me out, just to push me back in...
My fate, was swerved....
So I pay the price for my sin.
And this, I completely deserve.
The smell of burning flesh, surrounds me.
Everyone here with me; has no soul to hold.
Eyes closed-it's a dream.. a nightmare.. But I open them again to see...
My everything...to the Devil, Satan himself, was sold.
And as I stand there, in the palm of His hand...
I look up, and face my fear...
With just a glance in His eyes; I understand.
Gone from earth; to rot in hell...only again, to disappear....
Unworthy, to stand, burning; in liquid fire....
I'm such a liar..
Into blackness, my soul to roam...body like lead....
Blade to flesh, cut so deep...
Here comes the bright blodd, red...
A few sighs, a weep....
Alone...just to bleed out, laying in the mud.
This, I deserve. This, my price.
I'm losing my sight.
My body goes cold as ice.
Dying; in the still of night..
It is my turn.
Don't you see..?
No need to yern.
It's only me..
Satan, with His cruel plot....
It seems so unfair....
My body, just left to rot..
But tell me, who would care..?
What else was I to do..?
Cold, lost, dead corpse...after my final sigh..
Just wish I could have told you....
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