Warmth in Hell

(poems go here) As faces turn and twist about Cold Expressions float around So many souls, with nowhere to go They’re so lost in this upside down home Aren’t they all just putting on a show? As I wait my turn in like, getting ready for a go It feels my heart is wrapped in this bine They say, Hope is the last to abandon the mind Well if I’m so broken, where is my hope? Where has she gone, I don’t understand I’m slowly descending to the land of the damned My skin feels so cold as I slowly cry Sticks and stones could make me die When anger is to impart Spiteful words can hurt your feelings But silence can break you apart In this domain, no words are spoken No hearts are beating No laughing cries Only agony and pain are what sit in these depths Up on Earth I felt so alive No one knows me This place sounds so terrible But you know what’s got me sold? Maybe I’ll find some warmth in this hell Deep down in this humble abode