Land Mines

So easily placed,

for your foot to meet this hidden device

To know my true emotions are inside it,

devouring you in flames, to see you burn is nice



The smoke rises,

so does your boiling skin

The cryptic stench,

increases the demon within



A blinding pool of blood,

collects dirt, infecting beyond belief,

Face down on cement,

body parts arranged in such grief



The smoke rises,

so does your boiling skin

The cryptic stench,

increases the demon within



A launch to a new life,

yet the direction is heading down,

Burning in hell,

in pain you will drown