Hell's Prison
Her eye's are prosecuted to
see, A darkened soul, now
lingers, into anger and rage,
against, this machined body,
that exhausts my mind, with no
way to return, It's existence,
has been, captivated and
buried, deep beneath, The
floors, of burning tar, I cry
hopelessly down, A rivered
waterfall where they seep in A
black hole wash, knowing that
her reality, of it all has become
her reaper, as she SNAPPS,
back through to the hot seat,
that roars inside her, The battle
continues to race, these walls, I
burn, in determination to
heavens gate, Ashes-to-
ashes;Dust-to-dust, I'm asking
my ALMIGHTY'S forgiveness, to
let me come home, cause
there's NO ICE-WATER here, at
HELL'S PRISON, for I am
thirsty....To love again, as
GOD'S apostle.......
Copyright © Carma Sanderson | Year Posted 2012
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