Gehenna

Gehenna
Blood red is my untouched bed
my walls covered with the faces of the Dead
evil tattoos cling to my body
alive!
on my blood they thrive
with Twisted tongues they Collapse my lungs
crows nagging at my toe tag

I'm so sad

I shoo them away

decay

a cross on the wall

my bed is gone 

a table in the middle of the room
with a rotary phone
the phone is off the hook echoing a loud dial tone
I don't hear God no more
it's so cold
I see my breath
it's death
showing me
Dead bodies Mount upon the floor
hiding the entrance to
the demon's door
body's ah mesh
the odor is rotten flesh
6 by 6 by 6
 I pick up the hanging receiver of the phone
my lips
"Hello?"
my ear
"God is not hear."
the cross on the wall is gone
I'm alone
I hang up the phone
it's so cold
I can see my death
I can't see my life anymore
as I walk backward through

the demon's door

to nevermore.

by the unknown smith

Reviews

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Begging of a poem reminds me my room from my wild youth My walls were full of obscure art. Then I just falling through your darkness imaginations. It's like when drug stop working and I slowly wake into my realization there is no escape from myself and death. Nice flow fall ride.