Standing at the gates of hell:
As the world decays around me.
I sit and stare into the sphere of darkness;
No light —
Only death singing throughout my mind,
Spinning into a sea of torment,
Capsizing any kindness within my sight.
Darkness surrounds my every step:
The day, no longer seen.
The sun no longer felt upon my face.
Only rains of torment
Cover the path in which I take.
I am held against my will,
Controlled by the forces surrounding me;
They destroy with every breath I take.
I am no longer allowed to be free.
I have become nothing
As my world shatters beneath my feet.
I fall into the darkness of calamity
Surrounded by a million pieces of emptiness.
A world of godlessness
Embeds into my face;
It rips the flesh from me;
It takes my breath replacing it with chaos
— Pain becomes my opening to the world of the insane.
This World by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse