Down the devils slide.
Twisting twirling, pleading cries.
Boiling blood inside
Shameful lies insight.
Bits of anger and rage contained.
Pleading cries trapped in blood covered boxes
Each alphabeticalized
With still frames
of every shocking moment.
Held by rose colored shackles
All rusted and stained
This is the beauty of the devils lair
All held in my blind eyes
The screams and pleads
forced back by the absents of vocal cords .
The devils lair is within me.
The sick twisted cries never to be heard.
Painful sighs never to be seen
Say good bye.
Let go of your dreams.
They mean nothing here
Here in the devils lair.
Author notes
I wrote this on 666. It is just talking about being in hell. or it is also about my cutting and all my pain from all my problems that are locked up inside. I also suffer from mental problems so it's really just about alot of stuff... take it how you want.
Written June 6th, 2006
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