Standing on the edge of hell
Staring down into the pit
I can see right to where the demons dwell
Their screams and yells so desperate
The darkness there, it seems to grow
Filled with an overwhelming bleakness
It rises up, surrounding me
Exposing every weakness
My scars, they rip open, with the sound of rending flesh
Left gaping for all to see
The demons, they look upon me with a sneer
Filled with an evil sort of glee
© Copyright E.F. Rose 4.21.13
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