Dying. It strokes subsequently pleasant. Every bravado within my essence tingles And burns. My last few breaths point Toward the doors of Hell. Only God, knows Heaven will hurt me.
Cast me for longed into the bowls of Satin’s Oath. Watch my skin bleed, Blood and More blood, just open up and let Hell Eat what is left, what is not yet dead. Sins, sex, pain, hurt, and dirt, will
Bury my body over the flames of Uttermost chaos. I was a tortured man Trying to live on Earth, Heaven sent me
Out, hell took me astride and Now sadly I know, Death Comes But Only once. Eternity shall give me peace, Death Comes But Only Once.
whoa, reading this made me think of so many meaningful and deep thoughts of life. This poem is magnificient! Definately I'm quite impressed! =)
Death does only come once but this made me feel at peace yet it's so moving at the same time. The pain...the agony of this poem... it's just.. so.. I can feel the ache! this is truely a wonderful poem that's quite powerful. Sometimes being a hurt, tortured soul can have so many experiences that no one can see nor even imagined a person going through such things. I loved it. Splendid write!!!
- ... just open up and let Hell
Eat what is left, what is not yet dead.
Sins, sex, pain, hurt, and dirt, will ...
i can so much relate to what you have poured out.This piece can only be created by tortured soul whose depth have reach the unlimited black hole.
Thanks for sharing.
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