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Gates of hell

Fighting light, living dark

Silently, ripping me apart

Your hands are cold, they show no love

And here I thought

You came from above

Desperation

Blinding me

I beg of you to set me free

I fight against you, to no avail

As we reach the gates of hell

Your wicked laughter rings out high

As I take one last look toward the sky

We disappear beneath the sand

Giving way to foreboding land

Here we lye in decaying dark

With nothing left but, bleeding hart

I take your hand for I cannot see

It blazes hot against my skin

Your fire burns me for my sin

 

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@graynight  CrystalH17Luv   -   3 months ago   -   Reply
Yea I think everyone does at some point in time. But thank you :)
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@CrystalH17Luv  graynight   -   3 months ago   -   Reply
thank you I am glad you like this, I loved your poem mental escape so very often I feel the same.
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CrystalH17Luv   -   3 months ago   -   Reply
I'm in absolute love with this!
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