I don't even have
to close my eyes,
yet I see hell itself.
I see them,
laying on the broken decaying floor;
arms gashed, blood pooled all around.
I see fire,
red over everything. It's all burning
and the smoke is fuming up faster than light can escape.
I see spilled guts,
I see slashed veins,
I see bloody swords
and broken candy canes.
I see death,
I see tears,
I see every bad thing
except you here.
YOU ARE READING
not edgar allan poe
Poetrywhat i feel. what i am. what i know. my only escape. here.
