Silver Bells In The House Of Hell (Precious Heavy Metals, Pt.2) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

I'm looking around,
But it's like everybody is broken.
Suffocation—no breathing!
We all seem to be choking.

Spread on the ground
Just like shattered glass
Oh, to be free—
Free of this place, at last!

Life, that is—
The Journey, the test
This God-forsaken battle,
We understand it less and less.

Yes, all the damaged people
They never asked to be here.
Filled with nothing but—
The most intense despair

We fall to our knees,
We beg to find salvation.
Ringing through the air,
You can hear our desperation.

I try to look away—
My eyes try to close
Because we ache so much inside,
But it's like it doesn't even show.

The darkness invades,
Ominous skies—they surround us
We're bound, and we're gagged,
And no light is around us!

We run, and we hide,
We then beg for a chance.
But Darkness, it is sly—
And it takes us at first glance.

I want to scream out loud;
But instead, I am choking.
Why are we so lost?
Why are we so broken?

We only see this murkiness,
So again, we try to hide.
But, then we cannot find—
A way to get inside!

So where do all the people go—
When they've become so broken?
How can we prevent the death
When they all are choking?

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