Warmth in Hell

(poems go here) As faces turn and twist about
Cold Expressions float around
So many souls, with nowhere to go
They’re so lost in this upside down home
Aren’t they all just putting on a show?
As I wait my turn in like, getting ready for a go
It feels my heart is wrapped in this bine
They say, Hope is the last to abandon the mind
Well if I’m so broken, where is my hope?
Where has she gone, I don’t understand
I’m slowly descending to the land of the damned
My skin feels so cold as I slowly cry
Sticks and stones could make me die
When anger is to impart
Spiteful words can hurt your feelings
But silence can break you apart
In this domain, no words are spoken
No hearts are beating
No laughing cries
Only agony and pain are what sit in these depths
Up on Earth I felt so alive
No one knows me
This place sounds so terrible
But you know what’s got me sold?
Maybe I’ll find some warmth in this hell
Deep down in this humble abode

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