Every week, it's the same old words 'father forgive me for I have sinned'
But even the devil himself was once an angel fallen
There is a part within me that is always drawn to the dark
like a high school drop out hooked on crack
I just keep going back
what can I say, I rather be a sinner
Being a saint isn't going to bring me dinner
Niceness is a sign of weakness
I've made that mistake once, now I'm done with the sweetness
So I withdraw myself from those around
I rage and yell and scream and kick
Sometimes I even escape with a fix
I know what words to say and actions to mimic
To ensure I cause the most heartache
In the beginning I may have felt hurt at those tears
But now I relish in the thoughts of wounds so near
Yet it is when I am silent that you should fear most
For all those thoughts, sins and misdeeds are turning gear
And behind it all, the devil smiles down happily
giving me a pat on the back, as I turn away from God slowly
YOU ARE READING
Faded shades of black and blue
Poetry"I had it all, and watched it fall Yet loneliness is the only one that stayed through it all My one true constant, my only companion" A Short collection of poems I wrote, because marking my soul in ink is the only way to hold on to sanity.
