" twisted Eternal Nights in Hell"
The tunnel is forever dark. No light can penatrate it, no not even a sacred light.
Sense of longing grows wilder here.
Sense of completion is just a faded memory.
Pitch black, not one sound can be heard, no not even the heartbeats of a dying race...
Nothing can be said as to how had come to pass.
Sense of smell is stronger here...the smell of decay and burning flesh.
The dying are screaming in agoyy, skin, pleasurely being stripped away...exposing the beauty beneath it.
this is my poem sry if it seems dark and morbid but i wanted to get ur opion on it and tell me honestly that its worth trying to get it published...plz and thnx u
Snake_lover90 Community Member 
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