His WhispersA Poem by CagedEnigmaSearching and searching
You silly child, give up give up! What’s in this world worth living for? Death is your only path to freedom End yourself and you end the storm. By now you must know for sure God’s light will never shine upon you. Hanging on is nothing but torture You won’t admit it but you know it is true.
Leave me alone, please leave me alone I don’t want to sink into these. I know my paradise waits for me A life filled with love and peace.
Stupidity of yours, makes me cry You see it all, yet you deny. Let the ocean of hatred inside you remind Of how you never saw the world being kind. Cruelty rules, creates the winners While dreamers are the joke of the land You shall suffer forever, as long as you exist Once He plays you the hand of the damned.
Then I shall accept, the hand that’s been dealt You keep looking through your vindictive eyes. Call me a fool, or call me worse I refuse to believe in your poisoning lies. You may shut your mouth, get out of my head I know with time, everything will be better. Need I remind you? I pray everyday I know the Heavenly reads all my letters.
Get out of your head? Look who’s talking! You talk like the blind b******s you hate. It’s a pity, a pity to see you like this Can’t you see? It’s with yourself you debate. I am the you hidden in that forbidden corner The devil inside you can never be caged I roam freely, whispering into your ears I will dance in your heart as long as you age. Your hope is tattered, your faith is torn Your beautiful nature is fading away. Dream of light all you want Darkness is where you’ll come back and stay.
There seems to be no end to this But the devil may speak, all that he wants. I know it’s out there, I’ll forever believe It will pull me out of the darkness that haunts.
© 2013 CagedEnigma
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2 Reviews Added on August 7, 2013 Last Updated on August 7, 2013 Tags: confusion, inner struggle, good vs bad, belief AuthorCagedEnigmaAboutNew to writing. It has become a hobby of mine and somehow I find a lot of peace being able to express myself through poems. It's better than letting that voice in your head yap all the time. :p more..Writing
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