Dancers At The Gate of Hell

He was living wild and free
Or so we thought
But was secretly battling inner demons we couldn't see
He took solace in wraps of cocaine
To numb his gnawing pain
He buried himself in work
To proved his diminished worth
With his boss he had serious altercation
Which tipped over his pent up frustration
And brought back old ghosts from his past
He turned to the usual for solace
And felt high like a king on the throne in his palace
He took a little more than his usual dose
Which landed him in the morgue so his corpse won't decompose
For he was found in his room dead
His co-tenants were left in dread

Sound the alarm and ring the bell
We have dancers at the gate of hell
A careless slip and they will take the
fall
And finally heed death's deceptive call
She was always the life of the party
Light skinned,prim,proper and very pretty
She spent her evenings in the pub
And her nights dancing away in the club
She hated going back home
Because she was scared of being alone
It reminded her of a painful past of how who fathered her, raped her
She tried to tell her mother
Who chose to believe her father
At 16 she ran away
Was prostituted by pimps every other day
She tried to seek help from the church
The pastor defiled her and members didn't like her much
They called her a whoring harlot
Whose body and mind was in a state of rot
Coupled with the strong sense of shame and guilt
Her mind had over the years built
She decided she's had enough
Of living a life of pain ,so rough
One day she slit her wrist and watched as her blood and life bled
All over as well as her bed

Sound the alarm and ring the bell
We have dancers at the gate of hell
A careless slip and they will take the
fall
And finally heed death's deceptive call He was once a sweet little child
Until the moment his mom died
Often physically and verbally abused by his father
He drifted away from him and the world further
He grew up with an inferiority complex
Because he was constantly scorned and rejected
He found life uneasy and complex
And went about his activities dejected
He couldn't stand among his peers
For at him they constantly heckled and sneered
He always heard his father's voice in his head
Telling him he was a useless mistake of creation better off dead
That he was so dumb and timid
And he hadn't seen anyone so stupid
Though he was a gifted word smith
He believed that was an untrue myth
For he couldn't do anything right
And his days were filled with tears and fright
Slowly thoughts of death and suicide began to in his head reside
The sad feelings inside him were repressed
And he became severely clinically depressed
And on bright and sunny afternoon
He was found hanging on a rope in his room

Sound the alarm and ring the bell
We have dancers at the gate of hell
A careless slip and they will take the fall
And finally heed death's deceptive call

For wounded people are everywhere
They may just be by you so near
It takes nothing to be kind
For "an eye for an eye leaves all blind"
Live with the resolve to make a difference
And be not to the plight of others indifferent
For the priceless gift of a beautiful smile
Will keep a weary soul going for more than a mile
©DarkPoet2019