Is it hell? Or a place Satan dare not dwell A dark place of so much pain No mortal can claim to have felt, Or dealt this. A feeling of nothing, But also everything. Every sting, of every whip That clips the skin Of those within hell. The place where pain resides, Where the devil Would not dare hide A place where men’s veins are drained And pain of every slain creature Grasps at the future. This pain has a mind One weak, And meek, But powerful.it is the hour for it to arise As it fly the devil cries, a bittersweet tear escapes as you hear the pain and agony This creature Reaps. it creeps Into every dark corner Waiting for the horror it soon will make. Is this the future? Is it the past? The devil laughs As the pain rises again
corey ray poetry 