Hell


	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Growing Weak \| Never Ending \| Useless \| Greed \| No Name \| You \| Faded \| Life \| Hell \| Nothing \| Sound of Sorrow \| Dreaming of Pain \| Alone \| Insight \| Solution \| The Key \| Watchful Eyes \| Split \| Together As One \| Untitled Hell my head pounds, my eyes blur, heavens dew on my face blackening the skin beaneath, a loving touch thrown away a hateful face put to death. hell only steps away, smiling faces awaiting.