Darkness, in the light of day
A lone tear in my eye
A violin sings of plight
Songs worthy of a cry.
Hell…is a circle; to each their own circumference. Arms-length is the farthest you’ll get ‘fore the claws tear at your flesh. But life won’t feel much different than home, sub tropical, and a migraine in every bone…
The past will catch up to the present, which is where you always wanted to be; your future is still certain…a damned eternity.
Drowning since birth, you were born into this, and long after these creatures eat…every ounce of your meat, will they pick their jagged teeth with splints of bone from your feet. And as they work their way up your calves to your knees, devouring any and all of your physical means, they smile; jaws full of marrow…knowing that your mind isn’t free, and you’ve no way to scream.
Once erased from existence, the real fun begins. Fear is everywhere, and something you can no longer quell. You’re final destination…in the bowels of those in the bowels of Hell.
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Darkness, in the light of day
A lone tear in my mind
A violin sings of plight
Because officially, I have died.
By: Jay Bird
Copyright © 2007
