Poem

Can't see the light,
It feels hotter than Hell.
I'm so weak I can't fight,
I am forever trapped in my cell.
I wait the day,
When the dead is set free.
The living screaming in dismay,
They will all try to flee.
Only one will stay,
My love waiting for me.
Others screaming like a giant hell hound,
But her love will set me free.