out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell of a great story I’d like to tell to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell your body lies frozen in time Sublime the casket is slowly lowered into the ground you are locked as you awake to demonic bites viscous long hanging fangs dripping blood off side you close your eyes again want to run away to hide now it’s just you & Satan going on for a ride bowels of hot sulfur & radiated fires of impulses your very soul is a loose tonic in the beverage of death blackened stench with skulls surrounding you the immense screams of torments in weeping, wailing & gnashing minds plugged in eternal destruction
a hole in the center of the vast formation leading to fire intense agony as you gasp to take a breath eyes with holes having spots with tombstones in brain no chance at turning back you are now captured in Hell the billows of hot lava scorch your gait a deep odor of sewage permeates through the vast domain your heart explodes into the corrupted way of the damned Satan laughing spreads his wings in flight gross premonition of demonic henchmen doing his bidding liquefied fragments of death launched at you screams of pain staking patrons under garb of evil walls of vast petrified extreme with bats over head the walking dead of sinners marching to their doom 666 When will this madness end ?
Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
Silver dagger Shadow of a stranger Ominous danger In a dark, dark place unknown down deep where very few have ever gone And you, you in all your mysterious and Gothic ways that strange look in your eyes is like
A night very deep, Everyone asleep. An adventurous night, The moon grew wide. The trees were green, Seemed quite like a dream. Held her breath, She walked a little ahead. Heard a roar, A little she broke. Shined his eyes