Flocks of Roses
The roses are red, 
but the red sometimes 
turns in to fire and hate, 
like jelousy but much worse, 
like Hell to anyone, especially 
me.

Satan's Den 
Life is full of  downfalls like Satan's 
Den in Hell, 
The lion is ready for your soul 
and wants to rip it apart like a chainsaw 
against meat but in the depts of Hell, 
lions, dragons; 
bones of people that are crispy 
because of the fire that consumed  
their energetic field, 
which made them soft and fluffy 
for the lions stomach, 
Satan's Den is full of downfalls. 

Dark Sounds 
The dark sounds leave me speechless, 
their earsplitting riot is peircing my 
ears with a noise so unbearable that 
makes me mute and hush to see the 
bloody walls of infants that whimper 
talk to me, dark sounds are hot and 
burnt like my ears after the dark sounds. 

Life 
Life is peace in the darkening stage 
of war; see noise that is mute and faint'n 
to your ears, the harmonic melody of 
peace and love is a jangle riot that 
rushes threw my vains of happiness, 
see the faint'n sound that is a snap 
of peace, life is gone.