All the way down to hellAll the way down to hell
I was thinking of stories I will tell
to my old,beloved friends that I'll see
waiting patiently for me.
Counting sins down to hell
I heard a disturbing bell
which called me to apologise
for now I've faced bitter demise.
There's a lot of mourning down to hell
for I know what tears look like very well
I hear friends mourning for things they haven't done
for time has always been on the run.
All the way down to hell
I cried,dead flesh,by myself
for I've come to deathly realise
I have not lived nothing until I died.
Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-02-05 at 18:48
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