When Hell is Full
When Hell Is Full**
Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing,
leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth—
like a can of Grace corned beef with stale onions,
drizzled with oil; it was tolerable at the time.
Years have passed, yet those thoughts still
send chills down my spine. I utterly detest those moments
when the pain won’t let go.
Just as I was about to turn the key,
He walks toward the elevator,
the same old walk heading to that all-too-familiar place.
Vulnerability is weakness; voodoo may offer
only fleeting relief.
Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing,
and a scorned wife never forgives—it’s a viper’s sting.
The dead cannot rest easily, knowing what
they have done.
Forgiveness carries a hefty price!!
and it’s dark. The living will move forward,
while the dead will roam this earth for eternity
When hell is full.
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