Welcome To The Lions Den

A lot of people don't know that I write poetry or even have a love for it, for that matter.This is a poem I wrote a little while back.( It is Copy Written) It actually is based on a true life situation... Enjoy.

WELCOME TO THE LIONS DEN
by: Iyuana-Nichole

The sun sets, rain falls
he led me down a narrow hall.
Suddenly he stops and is close to me
my back against the wall.
Whispering in my ear
"Welcome To The Lions Den".
Then he disappeared.
Closed doors open circus music playing.
Took a quick turn around saw hanging souls decaying.
Bright colors, blues reds yellows and green
can't believe what I'm seeing.
The sweet nothings that were whisperd in my ear
and then again I hear
Welcome To The Lions Den.
The lights cut off then back on
all of a sudden a beautiful drawing
four gorgeous women then it was gone.
Standing in the middle
of all these broken hearted souls
a young woman appears and goes
Welcome To The Lions Den
she grinned and then again-
Welcome To The Lions Den.
Darkness came again the music got softer
I could smell him,I couldn't see him.
All at once,
fell backwards on a bed.
Then the lights came on again
"Welcome To The Lions Den,
all of your problems are dead
love me never leave me
and ill apease thee"
the lights off again
Welcome To The Lions Den
a long time went by
then my half nude body was set free.
Sitting in the darkness.
I was a piece of candy
just devoured, how grotesc.
the lights back on
suddenly I'm sitting on an automon
with a glass of dry gin
chillin, ponderin "how'd this begin?"
All the things he said and did.
Whispers of different women
'he said he loved me',
'he adored me',
'he gave the best to me'.
Breaking down in tears then I shout
'he left my heart to bleed'
only because it was broken
here then gone.
then again welcome to the lions den.
Like a fish without fins unable to move
my heart pounds harder again and again
still thinking about what was did
Welcome To The Lions Den
where women get devoured again and again.
This man is like a lion who keeps on lying
uses women as his pray
leaving their broken hearted souls to grow mold
he always exits with no remourse
now I stand

at the end of the narrow hall to say
"Welcome To The Lions Den"