Hell
Stuck behind the bars,
I claw at the door,
the sun shines bright and joyous just on the other side,
while in here the dark is gloomy and hateful.
Heaven taunts me,
I can never quite reach it.
My heart bleeds red, aches black from the wounds of the keeper,
and death cries for us his hopes, his dreams, he wishes to never take another soul.
But his emotions are hidden by a mask and a black cloak.
When the keeper cheers around him,
laughing and mocking the dying children,
the mask falls upon his face and a tear sheds in silence.
But the keeper is fooled, he does not know the pain death feels,
For death, he is just another crying child,
For the keeper he is a willing slave.
Behind the bars we claw and cry for this hell to end...
The door to open...
The heaven that will never come.
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