A darkness flashed before my eyes
And ears picked up on morbid cries
A pain no one should visualise
In purgatory's grip
Creatures with breath of putrid gas
Are meeting up for Sunday mass
They threw me on a bed of glass
And put me on a drip
The fire provided for my heat
Has flames lick at my face and feet
A tender human joint of meat
Juiced by the lashing whip
They swear I'll make a tasty dish
The dark lord grants their every wish
They nibble like piranha fish
No teasing just a strip
She showed her face her name was Beth
Personifying crystal meth
I saw her scare a ghost to death
Her kiss is on my lip
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Wonderfully dark and wonderful rhyme. 💖
Wonderful comment
Wonderful encouragement
Thank you Teddy
Soon become skin and bone,
I think best left alone!
I ain't going back
That's for sure
Thanks a lot for reading and input
You’ve been sailing at a high level. I look for your pieces though I also from now w keep an eye out for Beth. I just went back to reread, it got better. Dude!!
Thank you Bobby
Always a pleasure to hear from you mucker
Truly appreciate your visit
WOW!! "Purgatory's grip", deep suffering! Don't let Beth (black beauty) get you back under her grip! "I saw her scare a ghost to death" UFFFFF! Mercy!! Incredible rhyme! Dark and captivating!
Lovely comment
Oh a possible E LIZ a Beth
Grateful for your support
Many thanks
Interesting write!
I read a passage recently referring to 'Beth' as the body or temple of the Soul. Reading this with both meanings piques the mind!
Love it
Thank you very much
Truly appreciate such a comment
Much obliged
This was petrifyingly great! Should post again around Halloween. Dark rhymes but so descriptive. I love it!!
Great comment
Thank you Christina
Truly appreciate your time and support
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