Gates of Hell April 19 2010
Insanity is the essance,
that helps define my identity.
Open the flood gates to h*ll,
for a little peak into my reality.
Tortured by the vivid dreams,
racing through my mind.
Stuck in a trance, frozen in fear,
I feel so left behind.
Locked down with metal shoes,
chained against the wall.
Nowhere to turn, no options to take,
my turn to take the fall.
I look down there's nothing there,
but the fiery pits of hell.
The flames so bright they are blinding me,
as I hide behind my exterior shell.
Protected only for a moments peace,
to put my mind at rest.
Accepting that this is it for me,
I have definatly been put to the test.
A small glimps into my file,
tell me, "What do you see?"
Insanity, anger, sorrow and pain,
the true depths of me.
Copyright © Priscilla Larson | Year Posted 2011
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