Simple Hell

Search beneath the dust
the 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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Karen Canning
intense piece, great imagery, love the ending


I really enjoyed reading this one....