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Hells Closet

 

With agony tears rain down upon the floor

Steam hisses and wafts before my eyes

What creature bends forth these calls of nevermore

I know the destruction and pain of my lies

This destination of my design

I remember almost how it felt

As lifes sorrows and pressures I did resign

And one last hand I had dealt

 

Never did I question why

I knew somehow that I must die

But how? Or when?

For so pathetic a life needs a fitting end

 

Should it be pills? Maybe a gun

Maybe hop from a building top and call it fun

But none my sense of irony filled

I knew only the plan must congeal

And then it came to me from something I read

An animal drinks anti-freeze and now lays dead

How fitting a death to go as a dog

 

I sat there while it took effect

Thinking back on the untold lives I have wrecked

When, with the first surge of pain hit it was bliss

For no companion, no friend, no family would miss

For I was the epitome of insignificance

How utterly had I blow my only chance

 

I am growing cold, no focus

The spasms growing more frequent

Why do I not regret this

Why do I not care what steps lay ahead

Why is it to me it doesnt matter that I am dead

Why is it I cant even feel enough to cry for myself

 

No time has passed that I can tell

Yet, why am I alone if this is hell

I scream out and storm

Why if this is not hell is it so warm

Why does it burn but never singe the flesh

How is it I breath without taking a breath

 

Then more a voice then an entity arises

you are here for reasons I am certain you know

for wasting your life you have been brought bellow

yet not with those who must be punished for their deeds

for these such as you will have many special needs

no true punishment can suffice..

when one doesnt even value their own life

so here you shall stay, as a tool, as a broom

just you alone in this tiny room

you see, Hell is for sinners and those that fail

here in my closet you shall be more like a pail

you will have no wishes, no desire, no value

for even now you are an it, not a you

 

and with that I was dismissed

and even at such a slight I had no feelings

no thoughts

so blank

so

lost

in

Hells

Closet

 

 

Written by..dave (nims)

8-6-2002