Living in a place where only Hell can be,
Burn, burn,burn and our eyes leave.
Eternal darkness awaits us and we give God our plea.
So many worn out promises aren’t enough to breathe.
We stand around, cluttered to the brim, hoping for a calling of grace.
We ask for forgiveness and treat it as a prize we give ourselves, not what others give us.
Rivers of blood are common in this place; the remains of hope and happiness are eaten away by demons.
Dwelling in eternal darkness they bathe, whilst humans are screaming their pain.
Who to love,
Who to hate.
We are all the same anyways.
Trapped in our minds from which we can’t escape.
A land where we drown, a land where we suffocate.
Welcomed amidst in our feats.
this is very interesting and I find it incredibly wonderful I really enjoy reading your work and once again this is an awesome piece I love it this poem has a certain truth about it and I'm glad that I was able to read such a unique poem this is something I would recommend be published I would like to see a book written by you with your poems in it if I ever found such a book I would buy it right away with out hesitation so once again magnificent job I loved reading it
This is the only line that really hit me:
We ask for forgiveness and treat it as a prize we give ourselves, not what tohers give us.
Wonderfully made and written. The only problem is the spellling errors, but everything else was great keep up the good work 
Interesting poem! I love the idea, and I do personally believe we are coming to an end but this is so perfect. Maybe go into mote detail of the demons, how they are where they are and what they do other than stay in their shadows, in their darkness.
You have a few spelling errors such as 'not what tohers give us.' Im sure you mean 'others'. Also 'cluttered to the bbrim' which should only have one B. 
those are simple though and everyone makes those mistakes!
I love the eternal darkness,the religion and the way it is said in such few words but maybe go into a little more detail on other things. Explain the pleas to their God, the agony of the people as the hope they feel is destroyed when they see the rivers of their loved-ones blood, of how they are all trapped within their own demons.
I do love the poem, really 
Would love to read more.
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