Hell Poem by Issac Zheng

It is a fairytale told by liar,
Before it's heard, no more.
A poor, but merciless crier.
Lies…Lies…

The creeping crawlers with funeral toll,
Who light up the fools,
On the death of dusty road.
Out…Out…

Look at their sparkling eyes,
So shine but lackluster.
Living in the dark night.
Look…Look…

Bloody shadows of unknowns,
They're the living dead, no shame.
With an eye in the triangle.
More…More…

Beasts are howling,
But you mind make no sense.
Like a nightmare, never ending.
Continue…Continue…

May someone see the dying souls,
Faceless in the dim.
In the place with dark crows.
Shout…Shout…

The sun would never shine,
On the blood covered inches.
Silence till the horizon line.
Die…Die…

Scavengers, roaming for food,
They are from nowhere.
Around that cabin in the woods.
Hell…Hell…