I Dwell In Hell

I dwell in hell, my third eye open has made me blind. Ebony skin, covered in sin, my soul filled with dread. Left rusted from the shattered metal of an unholy mind, my existence non-existent, brimming with darkness instead. For life is but a reverie of obscurity as I’m left for dead. My barren branches surround all the graven empty tombs, as the jester is heartbroken with games of reminiscence. Black ravens guard like a mother cradling her womb, and I am lost in love’s balloons stuck in hell’s essence. For I have been broken since my contorted adolescence. The demons in my soul reach out for safety in the dark. I have been raptured by the lost hearts that cry in pain. Crimson bloodstained veins have made their tattooed mark, and now only memories of a fever with chills do remain. For there is nothing worse than this permanent black stain. Now I search not for the reason why I die when I taste death. Everyone that surrounds me dies tragically without remorse. I have seen too many souls take their farewell heavy breath leaving me forsaken and abandoned, life has left by force. For I am free without liberty and lies of truth are the source. December 17, 2018 Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest Nina Parmenter