My Poetry

HELL HOUNDS

Hell hounds growled and scratched at my door,

letting me know my time was up. 

Was it really worth it ? 

Selling my soul to a demon, for a ten years of pure bliss. 

Then to spend the rest of eternity in hell. 

It doesn't matter now, my fate has already been chosen.  

I sit on the floor curled up in a ball, 

a circle of salt surrounds me. 

It protects me now, 

but it won’t be long till they break through. 

BANG ! 

The door bursts open and to vicious black dogs pounce inside. 

They keep their hungry mouths open, 

showing off their deathly sharp teeth that will soon tear me to shreds. 

Blood dribbles down their chins from their last feed. 

The last thing I ever see is their sinister grins.