Behind the Dead Eyes
Horror behind those dead eyes
Black cold sunless skies
The screaming of babies and grieving of mothers
The pain and the suffering of billions of others
And black eyes look on
Heart's made of stone
And never has a soul looked so lost and alone
Uncaring unloving unloved
If hell ever was its all of mans making
The devil takes all and leaves nothing but hatred
Copyright © Zoe Orrell | Year Posted 2016
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