Heaven and Hell

 If there's a heaven this is hell, 

Goodbye to all I wish you well, 

A deadly merchants stowaway, 

The pain will never go away, 

For curses plagued and sapped my life, 

To chaos, envy, gloom and strife.

A sweated cloth that has been wrung, 

To bitter taste upon my tongue, 

The sound of silence loud as all, 

It's blaring noisome chilling call.

Four shaded figures soon surround, 

A whisper comes up from the ground, 

It speaks and slowly says to spill, 

A drop of blood or two you will, 

"Return your body now to me — all rivers lead unto the sea"

"If you oblige and listen well, you'll know at last that this is hell — but should you cease and tell me no — no seeds you sow will ever grow,

and every door will crack and creak — curse every word you ever speak, 

you'll utter nothing's in a snare,

to keep you gasping poisoned air..." 

I softly spoke and said to he,

"It's that of which I say will be —

The world it is your enemy,

When living in your memory.”

“Contrasting forces split your soul,

Within you leave a gaping hole,

That can't be filled with what you seek,

But only that of which you speak.”