This reality is bleeding,
Surging torrents of blackened blood.
Unleashing a plague of diseased hearts,
A curse upon God's little world of the living.

Heathen souls fill this world
of strangers unforgving,
Trapped in this labyrinth of sin --
Hey, look around you, Hell's thriving.

Succumb to this purgatory I will not,
For someday I shall earn,
A free ticket ride out on the styx.

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Hey all, i haven't been writing for some time. Good to be back. Anyway, criticisms are warmly welcomed.

verve~  

[This message has been edited by Verve (edited 05-14-2001).]

wow,a poem with my new favorite word for a title,lol,It was really a great one too,i love free ticket ride on the river styx,kinda goes with my mood today,and what i've been reading and obsessing over,you have good timing   i love this i think i'll send it to my library.

samantha¤

much madness is divinest sense,and much sense the starkest madness~Emily Dickinson