Short with fire and designer brimstone…part 30…


I wouldn’t wish this accolade on my worst enemy

Why am I still breathing

When I’m clearly not alive?

What actions of mine have meaning

 With nowhere else to stride?

My heart pumps poison through my veins

 The essence of life I tell

But what’s a life, with all your dreams obtained?

I’ll tell you what.

It’s HELL

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