I Dreamt of Hell

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By: Spencer DiSparti

Red in tooth and claw,

I dug their graves one by one

Leaving none.

What have I done?

Haunted were her eyes

That spoke of bitter times.

I prayed she would come back to me,

But that was just a lie.

I dreamt of Hell

Night after night,

For I have seen

The devil take

My wife from me.

My life forever owned

By death’s black deed.

Worms writhe beneath,

As I wept upon her stone;

A root that goes so deep.

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By: Spencer D.

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Though I see no humor there.

A faux visage displayed.

A shell of what was

Cradles a fragile heart.

I see you put on the mask;

Donning your costume.

A sad clown with a painted grin

                                           Fools the eager crowds.

Beguiling them all the while,

They plead for more.

Pulling at your seams

Undoing the fixed smile

And tears begin to bleed

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Your rosy cheeks

Beating like an ominous drum at your feet…

Chains

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By: Spencer DiSparti

What predestined hell is this?

Are we all born from the fruit of Eve,

Accursed children of original sin,

Bound to tread the same ill-favored path?

My liver bleeds like that of a Titan;

Torn from my flesh by vulturous hands,

Chained to the same desolate crag;

The iron digs into my bones

And I sing to the numbing pleasure of pain.

A moribund soul drifting

Down a shore of bloated corpses;

Shedding one infernal skin after another.

Hell is not knowing you are already there

Forever bound to the chains you cannot see.