Hells bellsA Poem by Jason Nuciolaliving hell
Hell bells ring loud and clear. The dark one is coming for my soul. There is nowhere to hide. No where to run. He hides in the shadows waiting to take me to the depths of hell. His horns tear through my flesh, ripping and peeling away the skin from bones. My blood boils. My heart pops. I am damned!
© 2008 Jason NuciolaAuthor's Note
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