as im falling down these stairs,
i cried fer help but noone cares,
i keep on tumbling down the open flight,
no sense of heaven in my sight,
the walls lit up by this creepy light,
and hell fires that burn bright,
i have realized im already dead,
all around me death and bloodshed,
horrible thoughts a going fast,
as they race right through my head,
i hit the ground and feel the heat,
rising from this demons feet,
he lets me know how i ended in his domain,
an all about how i came,
my life was shit an i hated it,
an i couldnt take anymore of the pain,
he sends me to eternalviolence,
an not 1 split second of silence,
i hear the screaming an the cries,
but i noticed that im alive,
but the year is 85,
ive started over in this cell,
and i realized that life is my hell.

jus made this one up so it meight not flow,


peace n' bagz
kronik
Kronik Bagz Reviewed by Kronik Bagz on . Some poems...if anyone cares to read OK, first off, they don't all rhyme, some are just random thoughts from my mind. I don't even know what some of them mean. And they don't have names, just numbers. These are just a few: #68 What frustration you must feel when I do now fall in line This is not how you expected me to be That was then - haven't I grown up yet? Rating: 5