I stir the cauldron
Watch the bubbles of dread
Waiting for the voice
In my head
To give me directions
On how to move ahead
We stir and stir
Till perfection is reached
We need to taste to
Find the flavor beneath
Inside is a burning place,
Decaying bodies
Mutilated
Souls
Aggravated
My understanding
Frustrated
With this depiction of hell
I see fire
Stalagmites and tites
Wonder who made this place
So right
A demon dressed
In a dark shade of red
Definition of satanic
I never thought that I'd be
Such a fanatic
Star symbols like David's
In blood a dirty painting tactic
This depiction
Is appealing to the eye
As I'm lost in time
By the souls
Untimely demise
I try and see the light
But there is none, no heaven
For all have sinned
But I am no reverend
U cannot be forgiven of sin
For it was your choice to comit
It didn't commit it
It cannot commit itself
This place followed by the
Demonic company
I lust for
Is something I truly adore
For this is not real hell
U probably ask "then where?"
The world we occupy yes there
The earth, every life is a sin,
Each breath gluttony,
Life?
Greed
Bullies ?
Envy
Parents?
Wrath
Family?
Pride
Sleep?
Sloth
Sex?
Lust
Say no more we preform all sins
This match for heaven is rigged
Unlike u guys I quit
So I'll just go in the cauldron... for a dip....
For an everlasting swim
To my ideal hell within
YOU ARE READING
A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PuisiMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
