Dead and Done
I have fallen into a dark dark hole,
And I cannot find my way out.
Internal screams beg for salvation,
But only evil thoughts do sprout.
I crawl through the darkened hell,
Of what has become my riddled mind.
All I see is blood and guts,
Not a single good thought, can I find.
Bitter from the fall to hell,
I reach out for the devils hand,
Knowing that if I touch his mind,
I might better understand.
He looked down into my eyes,
And laughed at what I had become,
He said that I was small and weak,
That I basically dead and done.
Here I remain in this deep dark hole,
Burning in the devils fires,
Where I will remain till eternity,
Fulfilling the devils desires.
©Rik Bertrand (JUNE 2014 #54) Here I am …. Burning….
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