Then it happened. My heart stopped. I was left dead. I’ve lost everything. I was nothing more than a walking corpse. I used to think that when I died it would bring me closer to heaven. But when I saw the light, the truth started to pull me down. This was a death unlike any other, because there was no hope of me coming back from this. And the murderer’s eyes stood clear in my mind becoming the maker of…
My Hell
To live in hell,
An artificial making of my own.
I know what’s mine,
But it’s kept out of my reach.
I torture myself with daydreams.
I feel excruciating pain when I reach to touch her,
But yet I can’t touch.
I feel the very essence of life drain from my body,
In the form of tears.
As every lonely night goes by,
As I cry,
I wonder; can the Lord hear me?
I pray to let our love be.
Can you,
Lord,
Let this selfish man have his wish,
Even if it be one kiss.
For if not,
Eternity I shall spend in my hell,
No matter where I’ll be.