Death Bell

Seized by the dark gloves of Hell,
Sitting, Waiting for my ringing death bell.
Slightly dripping a puddle of well,
Time can't give a damn of a heart so swell.

What I waited for came, only once.
The anticipation slowly turning to rust.
Nothing was left, no blood, no dust,
Burning the pain, the heart, the crust.

Bent I was when the echoes ring,
An apathetic image that left a sting,
Darkness devouring all my heart can bring,
The end has come, the voice can no longer sing.

July 1,09 - During Theology Class