The Hell

The Hell

the hell


I walk through the road
                 the road is long.
  I sleep on the bed
                 the bed is lone.
When you in the feel,
It’s enough to make hell.
I could not feel the hot
could not feel the bad,
   could no’t sad to feel
Your felling throws me in hell.
I step door to door,
run through the path
The path ends in hell,
I, again live fail.
I feel very clumsy,
feel such alone
feel such false,
It makes me out of clause.
Now, I am in hell
And will be in hell;
burn  every time  in the hell of you.


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