Performance of hell

Sun, 06/03/2018 - 05:39 -- jk1447


They whisper from hell the name of mine

They yell, shout, scream for help with there voices in agony

They cry, cry, cry until there are no tears left and eyes are as dry as deserts


These men and women minds are broken 

These men and women skin is burnt

These men and women wounds are open 


The royalty of hell in enjoyment  observe the performance of toucher

The king, queen with there prince's laughter fills the hell like music in a club

The expressions on their faces are driving me insane, crazy or simply mad



This poem is about: 
My community


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