My Hell


Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One’s touch falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In numbness I hang my head
while death follows.
Now alone, my soul falls upon darkened eyes.

This is my Hell

By TheUnseenLife

I'm obsessed with music, lyrics, and the unknown. I hate religion. I believe that the only reason it exists is because people are afraid of what will really happen when they die and need to believe that they are going to a better place.