Welcome to Hell
For you to feel as you feel right
Until death welcomes me
Here I shall sit
Crying in silence
Listening to this shit;
No idea what’s been said
Not caring that much too
Realising life’s much longer
Than I had been given a clue.
So dark gates please open;
Surround me by the skulls.
Take me from this land
And welcome me to hell
Where there I can sit
Away from this torture!
Save me from this shit;
Please be my only cure!
Life can fail me
My lungs can expel.
Oh open your dark gates
And welcome me to hell.
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Joshua Lino-da Costa
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