Partaking In Mass Chaos Poem by Sarah Stopka

Light fading from my eyes....



I’m to be buried with all my lies....



Deceiving person sucked into dark....



Leaving this life, death my new art....



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Falling faster, fleeting moments they are....



Looking down below me hell my shining star....



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Grime, black, red, hot....



Surrounded by suffering, bodies of decay....



My limbs ripped apart my new kingdom to stay....



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Hell hath no fury as it is unto my burnt out soul....



Hell hath no hope, no friend no foe....



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I walk through the valley of the shadows surrounded by death....



Screams of anguish with every passing breath....



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Sweet fortune my foe has become....



Sour disappointment caressing my tongue....



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Tears of blood shed for a life long past....



Salt in my wounds never to heal, a permanent cast....



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Beings cry out begging for relief....



No tongue to speak with, solace but only brief....



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Faces of children condemned to the fiery pits of hell....



What kind of joke is it, the devil their soul they sell....



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Cracking, breaking, begging for relief....



Demons of Hades, Cerberus guarding, Tarturas burning, Charon a thief....



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Acid rain burning my flesh....



Clouds of grief smothering my chest....



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Back into time, one more chance I wish I could partake....



Do it over again with lack of all my mistakes....