The Pit That I Built
Here in the pit that was forged by my rage,
Pledged unto bitterness, death as my wage,
Christless and godless in muted despair—
Soulless the bent of my stare.
Anger goes downward and downward again,
Plunging to darkness, like wrecks in the main,
Fever pitch hatred that screams for a place.
Lost without reason or grace.
Wanton the lamp that hangs over the street,
Pacing again, reddish cuts on my feet,
Remphan in anger looks out from his seal;
“Heaven is hell’s final meal”.
adamdaniel 