Private Hell

You know that what you're seeking
Is hidden from you r view
A mass of conflagration
That appears in ones and twos

The torment is your master
The ending seems in sight
For darkness seems to follow you
For well beyond the night

What horrors have you witnessed
What joys have you seen trashed
The cries of silent children
Are but echoes from the past

You're running out of air
As you're fall down the well
Amidst this darkened solitude
You call your private hell

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