Hell Is Me---

HELL IS ME---

Can’t remember to live or die;
So morbid is the times;
Cries of the undertaker, not enough people dying;

As a survivor from hell;
Angels no all too well;
The prism’s stone;
Melts the hearts of those;

Cabana, the points been made;
Like shots in a glass;
There’s the perfect witness;

Chances are that the chance;
Been called;
Aerobic torso;
Burst into flames;

Demons and Demets;
Shackled into bondage;
I the lone survivor from Hell’s storm;
You see the first hell is me…


2/1/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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