Hell
is burning the soles of my feet. It's destroying my insides, trying to
find a way out. The fire wont stop until it has swallowed me and
everyone I hold close to my heart. But yet, I can't seem to stare this
contemptuous form of evil in the face.
The hell you describe sounds like emotion longing for a way out of hearts and into our external being. Like guilt or love or hate in civil times. Excellent job.
Hey. I used to be on here alot when I was 15. Now, not so much. I'm 18 now and I'm not nearly as depressing as I used to be, but still depressing enough. Message me and feel free to read my old poems... more..