As I enter
the gates of dispair,
a constant smell
of burning flesh taints the air,
creatures devouring souls for
wat they are worth
NOTHING!!
for there is no value of life
after the cut of a knife has ended it,
i look around for a place to sit and think
About why ive poured my blood down the sink,
My own demons torment me
driving me to insanity,
I feel my last portion of sanity SNAP
and i burn with eternal hatred,
i roll myself up into a ball
tossing and turning as i witness this fall,
the fall of my hopes and dreams
torn away from me like the ripping flesh
of humans, being feasted upon my demons insane
whos once were humans ..free from pain,
sharp pains…of twisting bone
pummel me as I watch the throne,
the throne of My tormentor, who for my hatred has grown,
An image placed in my head by my soul which is now
amongst the burning dead
My tormentor is me, And as I burn for eternity……
my torment burns me for eternity.
By Zac Brander