Simple Hell
Search beneath the dustthe dusty space in your head
the unreal room,you could call dead
Simply forgotten, all the thoughts that ended up there
simply mistaken all your memories from back then
silently they move fowards into a new conception
your bloody hell is all yours to live in
enjoy as your body becomes ashes
watch as your dreams vanish
cry as your wings are ripped off your back
lie alone in the blood they left
it's all yours
this hell ...
all built up just for you
enjoy it for it's yours and true
Poetry by TeeTee
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Written on 2007-03-20 at 16:02
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