Hell on Earth
Ink Thesis
Sitting still in the corner, blood on the wall was printed
Scars of torture covered his body, more than his own skin did
Awoken by screams at dawn, he constantly falls in pain’s flares
His eyes leaped across the room, hoping these 4 walls weren’t there
The depths of pain heightened, as the weather maneuvered
A dark, incinerated path resembled his future
Mentally, his sorrow state of mind would last for centuries
On his head, exists a mask, that erased his identity
The demonic humans guarding the cells, mercy never released
A delighted soul couldn’t be found there, like treasure on streets
Blade marks found on the prisoner, right behind his head
And the prisoners in the other room are either sore, blind, or dead
He passed away, & was forgotten, it’s like life killed his existence
So if he was sent to Hell, would there be any difference?
The mystery behind the mask is dark, like clouds at night
‘Cause he never saw his own face once, throughout his life
A story about the sun that never shined in this man’s mornings
Also about a man who died in the same prison cell he was born in
Peace
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