Hell,
Reality always bites,
it is not man's best
friend!
Never living up to the
memories...
The road to HELL surely is
paved with afterwisdom!
Now, all that I do, come to...
HURTS!!!
My inside serves me well!
Within the True Myself I
always am,
hidden in this silence I
know...
You are something whose
"lights"
I'm turning off...
(permanently!)
When you're going to your
grave
you go there with your
mouth
still open to the question:
"What did I do?"
That's how you're going to
be buried,
you're mouth open wide...
These are the kind of
thoughts
that only go one way straight
to the heart
...and they're full of Poison...
The Poison of HATE!
Reality feeds me poison
only to become so mad
I could spit nails...!
I meet challenges... Alone...
and tread lightly on my path
to Hell!
My inside, The one
side of truth...
My skin leaves so much to
hide,
My black heart pumping hate
"What did you do?"
You'll Learn, you'll find out