Too Blunt To Be Stunned

Nails embedded in my 
head.

Nails hammered into 
my coffin.

I am not dead.

Entering heaven 
through the gates.

The flames are rusted.

Metal blazing fires 
dances all around.

I was incorrectly wrong.

This place fumes with 
the poison from hell.

Screams from torture 
sounds the tones to the 
skies.

Drenched in blood.

I have no brain.

My spine was remixed 
and my heart is gone.

Sailing on my back with 
my face to the front.

I am covered with 
terrible pain.

I bare the skin from a 
snake.

I started praying but I 
am too late.

My voice mumbles the 
sentences
where the words are 
fake.

Too blunt to be stunned.

I walked the path of a 
sinner.

This is the beginning.

This is the end to my 
fate.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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