As I fall in the pit
of hell
razor blades rip my soul
apart
There is no rest
for I bleed,
Memories of mistakes
haunt me forever
The depression i had
in life follows me in death
Agonzing but just pain
as I am being pricked by the pins
Falling without end
into the darkness
Down the rabbit hole
of madness
No love here;
hate pure
We do not walk
but glind
Cascading into
chaos
Rot forever;
we never die
We are always
dead
But continue to
live in death
Continue to die;
No rest for our souls
Very Dantesque. The word
Very Dantesque. The word "glind in there. 20th line---is that a typo? The whole poem bears a good witness to a very real destiny that no one has to choose if they would just believe.
J-Called
Yes I corrected the typo.
Yes I corrected the typo. Many people think it's all doom and gloom and a myth. But once you know the truth, you cannot go back to living without repentanc.