7 Minutes In Hell

As I walk through an alley of fire I can feel the heat in your veins beating against my windpipe surrounding my oxygen chain moving so swiftly in circles whispering filthy, evil tasks deep into my ear, stimulating my fear forcing me to hide behind a mask concealing my emotions replacing them with false bravery and hope portraying an image of daring courage the pressure rising in my throat captured by her web entangled in her trails Oh the surprises you will find in seven minutes of hell By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)