The Hell With Monsters
*The Hell With Monsters*
Four hours in hell
Fighting a battle so fierce
Struggling with the bitter monsters
Holding high my temper
They kept on bullying me
Harassing my weak soul
Threatening to smash my heart
Four hours in hell
Struggling for my freedom back on earth
Pulling my neck up
As my weak hands entangling the chocking string
I felt myself in bliss
My heart abyss of evil
Thinking so hard how to survive once more
This depression almost killed me
The battle left me in scars
So many marks on my wrists and thighs
Again i felt my spirit out of me
And my soul so far away
Life had gone away from me
#last nights chronicles
*©Joy coppyz*
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