Poems About Hell by New Members

I am standing on the threshold.
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.

But,

I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.

I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...

I am standing on the threshold.
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.

But,

I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.

I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...

I am standing on the threshold.
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.

But,

I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.

I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...