A Hell Story
It was strange,
And I had knew I fucked up.
Always gotta be a hothead,
fucking shit up.
I can’t even see.
It’s dark.
I’m sweating, but I feel a cold breeze.
It’s stinging me.
Get this off me, I need the heat.
I can’t even think.
What’s this shit in my mind?
Gooey, black, gunk.
It’s hurting me.
Somebody get this outta me.
The walls are made of dark memories
In the distance I can see a spark.
Flickering. Taunting me.
That cold breeze still stinging me.
Keep moving. I keep moving.
So slow, it’s actually dragging me.
poking at me with their sharp fingers.
Telling me to come with them.
I did.
“ we can see all the bad things you’ve done, you’ve earned your horns. “
It was the breeze.
Reading off all of my tricks and tales.
now in my soul there’s a dark hole.
Welcome to the pits of Hell.
About the Creator
Ricki Reed
far away 🌐
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