Traped

Dark skys,
Dead trees,
Painfull sighs,
Black seas.

A land of hate.
A land of darkness.
A place where no one has faith,
A place where there is not one drop of bliss

Here days are dead,and lazy.
By now you must think this is a tall tale,
But the day I lost hope is the day I went crazy.
You see my mouth is stitched up,
and my hands are bound with nails.

I am traped in hell,
But I find it to be my home.
Please never tell!
Because if someone found out I would never be left alone.

I would be taunted and,

I\'ll never escape the dakness I am fond to but still i\'ll never see the light i yearn for