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Hell's Door p.t.1

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade
Flash fiction



A encounter with evil.


Submitted:Oct 27, 2007    Reads: 149    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


I live in a hell within hell,

as I lay in my cell,

with a paper eye,

stuck to my head with spit,

considering slicing my wrist,

my thoughts are devious,

I envision ducks nailed to stop signs,

with their wings,

stretched out like,

little feathered Jesus',

I lay there,

angered,

lusting for my own greeds,

with these,

I count them as happy thoughts,

as I fall to sleep.

I awaken to a voice calling me,

for years now,

it has been haunting me,

talking to me,

telling me,

to fulfill apocalyptic prophetic,

monsteries.

I open my eyes, the light is dimmed,

I see a man, tall and slim,

a shadow falls over his face,

muffled screams echo from behind him,

every scream resighting a sin.

He puts out his hand,

with out recollection, I took hold,

I felt his strength,

his hand..so strong..so cold,

it felt wrong... but it felt known.

He looked deep into my eyes,

even deeper into my soul,

just then, his eyes glowed,

ice blue..ice cold.

Somebody is,

knocking at my cell door,

offering something,

I have never had before,

Walking me up to Hell's Door,

why is he offering me for?

Is he a blessing,

or is he a unholy detour?

How can I be sure?

How can I be sure?





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