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Yemaya Jun 18
The devil is knockin'
cracking up whilst you're talking
all your words are gettin' slurred
too bad your pleas of mercy shall not be heard

You'll pay for all the hurt
you'll sink down in the dirt

"Curse you devil!"

down with you
down to the herd
of all the other evils hell bears
am i ee May 19
2:30 am


gentle rain falls,

silent but for the drops.
blessed silence in the middle of the night in the modern suburban hell
there won't be many shrouded gowns
or tears or tales to tell
above a bed with tiny frowns
to watch my carcass swell

perhaps a friend or cousin
no colleagues from past tense
i'd be shocked to see a dozen
if i don't outlast the 'rents

don't go too far out of way
or bring a spot of gin
just to watch my bones decay
and sorrow o'er my skin

kiss my head or curse or bawl
i won't know whose farewell
staring at a furnace wall
while looking up from hell

for now i'm lying here to show her
i can’t bear without your face
who knows if you'll need closure
i'll be dressed for just in case

i’d have lived for you but only
let's not talk about regrets
i'll wish you'd never known me
but hate to think you might forget
--The End--
Madeleine May 4
If I had to choose
between Heaven and you
Does that make you Hell
You make me happy
So is Hell not so bad
As they make it out to be
Sometimes people are poison and other times they are our antidote
Snipes Apr 23
He’ll show you hell
With a heart full of fire to tell
There’ll be a house pushed down by hail
Where the paradise garden floods and the ship can barely sail
She’ll call you in the fall
As everlasting as it all dwells
You’ll descend as death stands tall
Where the knife keeps stabbing at you, behind the decorative wall
Snipes Apr 16
Would life be easier if I died in your arms
Would it be nice if I greeted death in a smile

      I’ve seen how my mood waves views
I’ve seen how happy I am drowning myself
               I have fallen, being addicted
                              To it all

So like hell,                              So like heaven,
I freeze over                             I forget it all

I carry the earths weight on my shoulders
So these demons & angels are nonexistent
              I fall in the image of bliss
              I fall in the image of bliss
                    I’ll die with it all
     Yes, I’ll die with never reaching bliss
But I’ll die happy knowing I can have it all
                For the rest of eternity
                            To it all
Nigdaw Apr 8
if ever you wondered what purgatory
looked like, it's here
whatever these poor ******* did
they have paid
in spades
here on forgotten streets
among the flotsam and jetsam
from the higher echelons of society
this is Skid Row
the lowest you can go
doorway to hell
Skid Row is everywhere
Zywa Mar 12
I don't want to be an object
of course, but human, a subject
not completely free perhaps

but also not in the hell
of other people's judgment
because I don't ignore

that I am an individual we
an individual love
that falls short

sometimes individual cruel
self-interest, short-sighted
by built-in blinkers

against my nervous fear
of the purgatory of the failures
of other people and myself

(Whoever wants more freedom
and does leave the herd, will know
to be in hell right then)
"L'enfer, c'est les Autres" ("Hell is Other people"), from the one-act play "Huis clos" ("Closed doors", 1943, Jean-Paul Sartre)

Collection "The drama"
My will to live has left me so,
Now I'm alone
In the ******* snow
Lost my way while walking home,
Now I'm alone
In the ******* snow
Cold creeps in, my bones, so numb
The wolves they howl, my heart it thumps
My achy bowels, my arms in mumps
Blood is moving extra slow
Now I'm alone
In the ******* snow
Dying alone
In this frozen hellish landscape
In the *******
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