A monster, a thief,
a terrible creature.
That isnt human,
luckily my kind is rare.
I hate myself, I really do,
have done that for a while.
I have tried running,
but only went one mile.
Before I dropped back to the floor,
my demons kicking, hitting me,
so I can't stand up once again,
there is no hope that I can see.
Just left to die,
in eternal pain,
barely breathing,
barely keeping sane.
But I am kept alive,
to punish me for my mistakes.
For how many eternities
will I be burning at the stakes?
Am I damned forever?
Or will mercy release my soul.
So that I can finally,
leave this world that is so cold.
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