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 © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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