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Because the dark has engulfed me for years
and I haven’t lived the life I should have,
alone
with the lurking shadows
and
alone with the voices in my head—
because of him,
I know not if I’m even alive
or if I’m dead in the hands of Satan
but perhaps I do live,
in
hell
or perhaps I sleep silently,
perhaps this is all just a dream—
but because of him,
I can’t wake up,
and am tortured with the reoccurring nightmares
he shows to me,
the
nightmares that make me scream,
the nightmares that make me sob—
and because of him,
my life has been wasted,
and I pray to god to spare me,
to stops the never ending torture,
and pray that he save me from the shadows
from the voice in my head,
that he rip me from Satan’s grip—
because he is the reason I have not lived,
why
I scream and sob,
the
nightmares while I sleep
the
voices and the shadows—
He is the reason I am afraid.
yaasssssssssssssss
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