I teeter at the edge of an abyss,
Like all others extremely deep and dark,
And, in the fiery depths below I see,
Proven; the ancient Devil’s Mark.
The stench of death escapes out of a vent
Knocking me off my feet with gas and heat;
I gag, cough and fight to draw some fresh air
For this ominous feeling, I must defeat.
Staring into that blasted evil pit
I see familiar hungry eyes below.
This is a place I have been before,
No longer, is this a place I care to go.
One of Hell’s outposts for the Devil,
Places that trap the minds of souls.
I was caught here once by my loneliness
Barely found my way out of these Hell holes.
I will fight to avoid being caught here.
I will fight to give my heart back to Love.
But if you get caught there for a while
You will understand… what I’m speaking of.
Patrick Lee Marshall
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May 22nd, 2011
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