Gradual Hell

Fictional poetry

Gradual Hell (1987 age 19)

This gradual hell you put me through has come to an end with his knife. It was all so slow and torturous I felt the pain to the point of a manic insanity. As I gradually went insane, the hatred that I felt for you was so wicked that it scared me. The thought of your voice is sent chills up my spine. I couldn't forgive you for being my lover. But all your secrets were still undercover. Every breath you let out is like a fire from a dragon. The last time you burned me is the last time I will ever burn. As I drown myself in my blood. You drove me to this. My innocent guilt wanted you to be put to death and such is why I've not the mind to go on. So this is the end of my first love at last.




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