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

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