The “it’s almost a poem.’ poem.

The “it’s almost a poem.’ poem.

This is no place for weeping.

There is too much here to see

The door to hell is waiting

I thought I found a key

This is no place for the living

It is not a place to be

No drop of blood worth spilling

Tears to shed for me

Step away my boy

Move on

Find the way, my boy

Move on

It is more than love

It seems

Hell is no place for the living

There is nothing new to see

A frozen heart to open

I have a master key

Step away, my boy

Move on

Turn the key

My boy

Move on