Burn In Hell
Boom boom Burn burn
Sounds weave in and out
Sounds come in
they are dark and grey
they say all kinds of evil things
Screeches and growls
Can't close my eyes
all I see are jagged teeth.
Everything has jagged teeth.
The fish of the sea
the birds of the sky
they all have teeth.
Curled up in bed away
from the sounds
but I cannot escape.
I was sick
it wasn't my fault
but I was sick.
It came up
it all came up
like words from a mouth
And that's when everything went to hell.
This poem is about:
Me