Hell’s Portal
I stumbled in like a drunk
To giddy and immature
Couldn’t see the truth
Smoke screen was thick
Too thick, blinding lights
Attractive sins calling me
Every direction, except straight
I wandered aimlessly through
Different rooms each had its
Allure, drawing me in quickly
I tried to leave, found no way out
How did I get in? Why can’t I find
The door? Outside where is out?
I cry for help, only to hear loud laughter
Mocking my demise, taunting me
Sex, drugs, alcohol, speed, coke
Take your poison and enjoy it
May as well. You’re in hell
There’s no escaping, no running
Help me, help me if you can
If you can hear my pleas don’t ignore
I may appear happy but that’s only illusion
I am miserable, I am in need of the key
Get me out of Hell’s portal
This piece is dedicated to drug addicts
I was here I found the key, got out
Of your still there I pray you find it
A way out, that is!
CDK
7-9-26
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