Earth Or Hell

Everyone has demons, and their own personal Hell.

One night I watched as the sky bled

Midnight blue mélange with ruby red

The stars blazed in a crimson sphere

And the moon hid with poignant fear

That night I saw the cracks in concrete bleed

Quivering my soul, questioning my creed

The gashes on the ground opened wide

Contemptuous wind shrieked and cried

From the scarlet trenches came the nightmare king

Unhallowed man with ebony wings

His mutilated beauty left me weak

And that’s when the fallen angel began to speak

He asked me with omnipotent grace

Why I lived in this mortal place

My answer, whispered through lips as white as snow

“Though I wish I could say, I really don’t know”

Thunderous laughter echoed through the murderous night

Echoed with vigor and echoed with spite

He asked me to follow him into fiery ground

Riding upon his aberrant blood hound

Timidly staring into his hollow eyes

I asked why going with him was wise

Voice dripping from a tone filled with snide

With an arrogant air he replied

Hell and earth are not as different as humans believe

Both realms filled with souls who do deceive

Despondent beings who relish in pain

Walking around in utter disdain

Look around fledgling what do you see?

Even the leaves weep upon every tree

They stare at the ground not knowing their worth

Even though they are important to this earth

Hell isn’t a place, it is a state of being

A perspective of life, a way of seeing

My hell is different than your hell dear

But that does not mean it is any less severe

I wish for you to travel to the land beneath this

So all your doubts you can dismiss

I ask you to come so you can finally tell

Which is worse

earth or Hell 

Reviews

[Atthis Rose]

Here i feel the tremendous effort that went into composing this peice. The sense of eerieness and despair that emanates from this piece is so dreadful. eading this and the otherone gets the imprteesion that you the author spend qwuiote alot of your time around this sort of subject. How depreesing it is think that there are are indeed spirits at least in the form of men that life here a hell on earth I mean just think of Syria at the moment. and the many who look in the hollowed eyes of the rider in mental and emational torment and death! I shivered reading this