Welcome to hell,
Can i get you anything?
A drink?
We have bloody mary's and hell in a bottle
The work here is hard
I've broken many bones
You'll work dawn till dusk in the sweltering heat
No talking
You must get your work done before you can eat
The air so suffocating it make me sick
Nice of you join us
Did you make a deal with the devil himself?
I did
I made a nasty deal exchange for something i needed
But he doesnt hold his end of the bargain
He sends you here instead
But hell is also nice
You have no feeling
For anything
Even the whip he cracks on us if we dont work fast enough
Welcome to Hell
Can I get you anything?
YOU ARE READING
If You Knew It Was Me
ŞiirA collection of poems about an unnoticed girl, hoping that she would be recognized.
