Hell

September 13, 2014

Hell

I want to run far away

The trees call my name

Birds sing songs of pain

Stop.

A knife

Sweet metal calls me home

Steel pressed on flesh

Silver strikes bone

I’m away

I’m floating

I don’t care where I go

As long as I get away

Away from this hell on earth

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