Hell on Earth

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by ~*Jen*~, May 13, 2007.

  1. ~*Jen*~

    ~*Jen*~ Member

    I struggle through through the night
    and into each cruel day
    fighting wars within myself
    the cause for your dismay

    How can you call yourself happy
    when you fight for your own greed
    you rage and fight
    I hope this night wont bring me to my knees

    I see the porcelean faces
    painted on each young girl
    covering herself up
    to hide from the judgemental world

    I hide beneath these walls of grey
    to keep my hidden from your eyes
    they burn our twisted bodies
    until we reach the consistency of clay

    They mold us into soldiers
    vessels filled with hate
    we fight the wars they feed us
    while opening Lucifer's gates

    When we've destroyed the landscape
    What, pray tell is left?
    ashen trees and broken bodies
    scattered about in dust.
     
  2. Miss_Beatle

    Miss_Beatle Beatlemaniac

    good read!
     
  3. ~*Jen*~

    ~*Jen*~ Member

    thank you!
     
  4. Damn that was really good! I really enjoyed it
     

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