Author: Hunter


From the greatest depths of hell,
I beckon your feeble soul.
All, you thought was done and well,
But now you'll never know.
So take a breath,
So take your last,
Embrace your death,
And face your past.

It's over now,
You wonder how,
It got this bad,
It drives you mad.

The cries from hell are drawing near,
And with them come your deepest fears.
The, with the hallowed screams you hear,
Your future, your fate, all become clear.

It's over now,
You wonder how,
It got this bad,
It drives you mad.

You see the creatures feast,
On shreded human flesh.
Devoured by the beasts,
Soon you'll be like the rest.

It's over now,
You wonder how,
It got this bad,
It drives you mad.

And as they eat,
The bloodied meat.
Your skin turns pale.
You feel the heat.
They sever every single vien
They torture you, they bring you pain.
He raises a goblet to your bleeding heart,
And slowly your soul is torn apart.

It's over now,
Remember how?
Your life is done.
NOW was it fun?


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snow bunnie ( -- Wednesday, August 6 2003, 01:17 am

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i really felt this poem. i'm a recovering addict an this poem relly hit home.
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