Note: I wrote this one day when I was bored, I like the beginning, and I guess it could use some work but I’m satisfied with it, there’s really no point to this poem, by the way.
I don’t know when it started

And I don’t know where it will end

My only exit is guarded

By a demon just around the bend

And before me lays a garden

With roses sprayed upon my path

The angels will not grant me pardon

And I’m doomed to face hell’s wrath

Alone and abandoned, with nowhere to go

I search and search, but I don’t know what I’m looking for

I can see a river of blood just starting to flow

And in the distance there’s a door

That I don’t know how to reach

My spirit is fading

And I count the rose petals, one moment in time for each

And I lie down in waiting

Feeling Death’s lingering glare

I hold on to hope

And smell the roses in the air

And I struggle to cope

With the faithlessness in me