Welcome to Hell

By Aarron Mondello

25/1/2018

The heat is building past the boiling point
Melting like ice every bone and every joint
Skin is sloughing slowly off my charred skeleton
Caught in a blast that ripped the land apart, a megaton
My eyes are melting into jelly that dribbles down my cheeks
Before my sense of smell is gone I catch my burning reek
I hear tortured screams as others burn around me everywhere
Before I die, for just a moment, I think how is this fair?
Then a light so very bright burns into my ruptured eyes
I look and see on many faces an expression of surprise
We are not dead, in fact it seems we are all okay
I do not understand what’s the point of this horror game
Then booms a voice all around and drives us to our knees
“Welcome to Hell, line at the gate, and collect your wristbands please.”

©Aarron Mondello
25/1/2018

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Locked In A Walk-in Robe

By Aarron Mondello

22/12/2017

You kept me locked in a walk-in robe
For a year, maybe more
While you lived in a prison of your own
Shamed and chained to the lounge room floor

The bolt on the inside was silent
If I was quick and quiet enough
With a soft little SNICK I’d slide it home
When the nights got, as you said, rough

Many nights I spent in there
Alone amongst the shoes
With dresses hanging above my head
Dresses that smelled of you

I’d cry myself to sleep most nights
Cradled by the dark
Then I’d sneak out like a mouse
The next morning to find you marked

I heard all of your excuses
All the lies that you told
I recognized them for what they were
Though I was just six years old

In the evening we’d hear the car
Coming down the road
I’d beg you to lock yourself
With me in the walk-in robe

Your eyes would fill with fear
As the storm blew down our door
And off I’d sneak, I felt weak
As I hid in the dark once more

I’d cringe when I heard the slaps
Bite my knuckles to keep silent
But there was nothing I could do
To save you from the violence

Sometimes I wasn’t quick enough
Those nights I’d feel the pain
And I’d also feel it was my own fault
That I was dragged into this game

I keep myself locked in a walk-in robe
Though the storm long since blew away
Many years I’ve lived in here
I’ll unlock the door some day

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Heroically Dead Deeds

By Aarron Mondello

1/12/2017

Ten days and nights
The battle raged on
A battle of which
Minstrels made songs
Telling the deeds
Of the heroically dead
Leaving out details
Of fear and death
Glorifying glamorising
The horrors of war
Convincing the gullible
That in death there is honour
But no honour can be found
In soiling ones pants
In the final split second
Before a killing blow lands
Can you have pride
In taking a life
Stealing a husband and father
From children and wife
Will you manage to forget
The many deaths at your feet
Or will the ghosts of the slain
Haunt you in sleep
An eye for an eye
Will leave the world blind
But those rich in power
Really don’t mind
If the world at large
Can no longer see
Anything except
Heroically dead deeds.

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Thus end Man

By Aarron Mondello

30/11/2017

The dead shall rise
From the bowels of the earth
Putrid and rotting
Shambling forth
And the demons will come
Torturing man
Merciless and ravaging
Salting the land
The skies will grow dark
The earth will shake
And in the black depths
The new king will awake
Under his punishing reign
No green things will grow
No more what you reap
Shall you now sow
For now the devil
Rules from hell
This world gone dark
Where we dwell
Factions will fight
Against the hordes
Factions will fall
In ruthless onslaught
Evil will rule
Time without end
Thus has ended
The age of men.

©Aarron Mondello2017

What would you do?

By Aarron Mondello

29/11/2017

What would you do
If you woke up one day
To find all you’d known
Had been spirited away

All of your family and friends
In some unknown place
No where to be seen
Not one familiar face

Only strangers eyes
Everywhere that you walk
Each one as lifeless
As body outlined in chalk

Even the houses you pass
Look different and strange
Did god reach down from the clouds
And your world rearrange

Would you search for your family
Would you look for your friends
Or would you mourn then accept
Your old life has come to an end

Now what would you do
If you woke up one night
Tied to a cold table
With no one in sight

A light flickering weak
Yellow above your head
A small bench to the left
Fills you with dread

A scalpel and forceps
A knife and a hook
To terrified to stare
But where else do you look

A figure appears
At the edge of the gloom
Blood spatters their apron
Looking like roses in bloom

What would you do
When they pick up the knife
Would you hope to go quietly
Or beg for your life

Tell me what would you do
If one sunny afternoon
You happen to look up
And saw a crack in the moon

The tides would crazy
Without their guiding hand
Looters and violence
Ravage the land

All morals thrown out
It’s now flight or fight
In this destructive new world
Only meanest survive

The weak are cast down
And ruled over as slaves
Bent, broken and used
For the rest of their days

Would you fight to survive
And kill to remain on your feet
Would you live as property
Or one of the “elite”

Now just once more I ask
What would you do
If you looked about yourself
To find all your dreams had come true

Terror and fear
Still thriving abroad
But in your perfect kingdom
You are the lord

No goal is there left
You’ve achieved them all
Testaments to your success
Adorned every wall

Would a feeling so hollow
Spread through your chest
Now all your dreams have come true
There’s not one of them left

Would you relax and enjoy
The kingdom you’ve built
Would you see those less fortunate
And feel any guilt

How would you cope
If your life suddenly changed
Adapt or accept
Or madness deranged.

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