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Deep Poem I wrote when I was upset; It's going to be in a book; "Stars in Our Hearts" |
Devil's Advocate The blade pierces my skin The blade falls deep into my vein Blood drops from the fallen ashes Despair rushes over my wimpy body The tear that drops from my cheek The blood that drips from my wrist Anger embellishes my soul For what I once was I now cannot control For the angry woman carrying the child The pregnant teen looking from the inside out Nobody gets me Somebody will kill me The murder that caresses my thoughts It’s deep within me now Nothing is pure Nothing is sane The darkness rushes through the pain The devil has made me his advocate Satan has made me a suicide victim I’ve been pulled into and under Under by spell The words will overwhelm the world with despair. Everything will forget to happen The drums that kept my heart into the unset world It’s disappeared. That person I once knew Became my enemy Enemies all around me The world decays around me The room becomes smaller The walls are now shaking The illusion is fading I’m now falling into slumber The devil has taken my soul Anger reaches its peak I must now leave the world Nothing will be the same without need Suicide wasn’t the answer But the answer was not to live. Inside the deep cold breath of my dead body it subsides The pain escapes my mind Nothing will be the same Suicide Devil She’s the devil’s advocate now |