The Road To Hell

THE ROAD TO HELL

the road began when i was concieved
it was a meaningless act
but i became
so here i was

few choices are ones own
in a world that demands you exist
one breath leads to another
and one day life is kissed

beauty and anger are strange bedfellows
as is plenty and none
love and hate are near together
day and nite are different but tied as one

the road to hell is continuous
with occasional delusions that pass
then fools that we are
amazed it is over, we too are cast

i knew hell, hell knew me
i knew from lay to rise it never rested
no need to, it is all
hell is nothing, hell is everything


A.G. Champlin 7/30/07