Hell in a Box

A Variety in Prose

"Hell in a Box"
Ron Kinard © 2003

twisted lifestyle
demented mind
leaving the world
far behind

things of red
now are blue
depressing thoughts
this is true

brain of webs
eyes of white
seeing nothing
out of sight

walking sideways
with a limp
freaking whore
with her pimp

sidewalk cold
blistery air
fleas and maggots
in my hair

no friends living
all are dead
is this true, or
in my head

conscious drifting
in and out
without a voice
I can not shout

pain and suffering
empty gut
people walk by
call me nut

all is lost
my own demise
I hate myself
I so despise

being stealthy
like a fox
this is Hell
within this box

Nothing compairs to friends, family and a good home...appreciate what you've got!


				*A Variety in Prose* *Hell in a Box*



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		"Hell in a Box" Ron Kinard © 2003 twisted lifestyle demented mind leaving the world far behind things of red now are blue depressing thoughts this is true brain of webs eyes of white seeing nothing out of sight walking sideways with a limp freaking whore with her pimp sidewalk cold blistery air fleas and maggots in my hair no friends living all are dead is this true, or in my head conscious drifting in and out without a voice I can not shout pain and suffering empty gut people walk by call me nut all is lost my own demise I hate myself I so despise being stealthy like a fox this is Hell within this box



		Nothing compairs to friends, family and a good home...appreciate what you've got!