Apr 27, 2004 17:50
Where only Few Live(d)
In this dark, hollow place
Where the mold that ferments after long rains in your house
Where sounds are not heard, but echoed
Where the slightest bit of light is not seen
Or felt
Amongst the depths of the abyss
Of which all nature of malice is spawned
Nothing living is born of this wretched place
Breeded in the only form known as
Evil, rampant as the stars
No one deserves this torment even of nefarious nature.
Yet the results of the silenced will not be heard,
Nor remembered.
Hell.