Stolen By Dread

This poem was writing in a really dark time for me. I had spent months in mental hospitals and I wan't a happy person.

Stolen By Dread

This world is so dark

it is a living hell

Burning each of us

in its infernos

All are dying

never left to rest

Eternal pain

is what we know

We fall so deep

down in the crevice

the dark cold existence

engulfing us

Each touch we get

is a needle in the chest

Our lives were stolen

by this dread