Forsaken

by Forsaken   Jul 31, 2007


Demons come, come gather round',
To see the hell, and hear the sound.
The hell you've caused, inside of me,
My shrieking cry and helpless plea.
My dwindling soul, without a hope,
Why have you done this, how can I cope.

Listen here and listen well,
You have no clue, of the true hell.
We do not care, that you cry, or look to us and beg,
All we want, is for you to suffer, and wish that you were dead.
So save your cries, and helpless pleas, there is no hope for you,
Your soul is ours, you are forsaken, come and join the crew.

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  • 16 years ago

    by JiKaRiN

    Nice poem! 5/5