A tingling sensation rolls off my spine.
Knowing that you no longer will be mine.
Anger and guilt surround me like a cloud.
As i put on my final burial shroud.
"Welcome to the abandoned land.
Come on in child take my hand.
Hell is not hot as you can see.
It's much colder than cold could ever be.
Feel the cold seeping into your bones?
Just know that we will never leave you alone."
His cracking voice binds my severed soul to this place.
Believe me you'll know the devil when you look in his face.
He'll snicker at your pathetic attempts of retribution.
Because he knows it's too late for that solution.
Now you know there is no restitution
and then you'll realize you're in perfect seclusion.
I sense an subliminal emotion to this well written poem saying eloquently after all is said and done you are going to be the lonely one. The poem seems two have two levels personifying solitude. It reflects the kind of depth I really enjoy reading
The rhyming was good. I loved how you used more expressive words rather then mad and sad. I liked the feeling of you describing it as cold rather then hot which we all think about when we think of hell. nice job indeed!