Hell hath no fury like it's prey,
we the fallen souls,
Followed the light at the end of the tunnel,
Found only fire awaiting us.
Subjects of torments unspeakable,
Flesh flayed for eons.
Stripped of souls and minds,
Left only a scarred shell.
Concentrated pain and agony,
Less than the men we were,
Yet somehow more.
Power of rage coursing,
Begging release of fury.
Granted it onto a former home.
A forgotten land of man.
Evil they call us...no,
Forces of nature, fate forged.
Look upon our scarred bodies,
Hear our screams, feel our pain,
Know what is waiting for you below.
Ask...ask....ask again,
What lays beyond the light at the end of my tunnel?
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Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry
ŞiirA collection of poems about my struggles with mental health issues. Writing has always been an escape for me and it has exposed me to some of the most wonderful and creative people this generation has to offer. Their words continue to inspire me to...
