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You're In Hell
Don't be deluded,
the source doesn't matter,
as long as you really are awake.....
When you gaze through bloodied crystal balls.
When the devil's claws remain clutched to your heart.
When you're coloured crimson from the blood of war.
When you can't dream within the nightmare.
When your physique is shrivelled and decayed.
When your laughter and tears stay exhausted.
When you've always been awoken by the dread.
When you've lead a myriad of deceased lives.
When the retrospective haunts you.
When the introspective suffocates you.
When you envy all the "angels".
When you're an incarcerated convict that's innocent.
When you're sick of the regurgitated torture.
When there is immortality in the dead slumber.
When there is stifled puke from every sight.
When lies are redundant and rife.
When trust and forgiveness remains elusive.
When the silence seizes your screams.
When you're a shadow to the shine.
When the sun is a moon and the moon is doom.
When doom is day and the night looms in it full.
When the flame's engulfment makes you long to be ashes.
When family and friends are sadists with pitchforks.
When you wish you were born masochistic.
When, when is long gone.
Then the words should only be said,
certainty and conviction:
"I'm living in HELL."
the source doesn't matter,
as long as you really are awake.....
When you gaze through bloodied crystal balls.
When the devil's claws remain clutched to your heart.
When you're coloured crimson from the blood of war.
When you can't dream within the nightmare.
When your physique is shrivelled and decayed.
When your laughter and tears stay exhausted.
When you've always been awoken by the dread.
When you've lead a myriad of deceased lives.
When the retrospective haunts you.
When the introspective suffocates you.
When you envy all the "angels".
When you're an incarcerated convict that's innocent.
When you're sick of the regurgitated torture.
When there is immortality in the dead slumber.
When there is stifled puke from every sight.
When lies are redundant and rife.
When trust and forgiveness remains elusive.
When the silence seizes your screams.
When you're a shadow to the shine.
When the sun is a moon and the moon is doom.
When doom is day and the night looms in it full.
When the flame's engulfment makes you long to be ashes.
When family and friends are sadists with pitchforks.
When you wish you were born masochistic.
When, when is long gone.
Then the words should only be said,
certainty and conviction:
"I'm living in HELL."
Published 27th Oct 2014
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27th Oct 2014 4:57pm
I am sorry, I wish I new words to ease the pain. Words here are not enough to take this away. I hope you continue to write deep the way you do. It's a feeling you seem familiar to me. I like to read more and understand you. ♥
2nd Nov 2014 12:13pm
Thanks for the input seascape! The poems I've pinned are actually past poems. I write in a different style now, but I still try to retain the same depth!
