UNKNOWN

I walk the haunted ground
Where the lost souls that still want to be found
I can hear the dead as they cry
From which they were buried and left to die
Hate, wicked nature, and shame
From the underworld in which they came
They roam the world in search of resolution
But no one seems to have the solution
Trapped in their own hell of hate and sorrow
Another day another tomorrow
The earth trembles and burns with hate
You will either be at heaven or hell's gate
No one really knows what is the unknown
From the darkness they have shown
Themselves in human and demonic forms
Just waiting to pounce inside rolling storms
Of hell's fury which torments the living
They are exiled and they will remain withering
Away into the darkness of hell
Waiting to hear the ringing of hells bell

Reviews

[just is]

Wow! Kind of dark and deep, I like well written. Also true in ways as well, well written.