Written by MelBel
Hold my hand
I'll walk you through the flames
Perishing from existence
is all they had to say
Leading us, the leaky dear stag
The flames blow higher
But our bones grow colder
The stag let's out a huff
We're getting closer
Gripping my hand, I smell your fear.
My dearest Will
It'll be all over soon
Flames die
Smoke rises
Filling our lungs with an oddly comfortable sigh
Hell isn't bad
Just continue holding my hand
I'll protect you from the demons within
And drink the blood that pours over your head
And hold the seams of your damaged brain together
I'll protect you from them
I'll protect you from within
As I am apart of you
I'll collect your tears
I'll harness your fears
I'll hang them with a noose
The stags mighty breath blows through the smoke
Clearing the way and showing the end
A dark forest with many enemies within
Let me guide you
Let me show you
That the underworld is nothing to be afraid of
Hell with you is like Heaven above
YOU ARE READING
IF HANNIBAL WROTE POETRY INSTEAD OF EATING PEOPLE
PoesíaThese are poems written about Hannigram, as well as Hannibal and Will themselves. These are all written by us!
