The Vile

Another song I wrote. This one is more of a poem but I am going to put it to a backdrop of gloomy electronica or something.

THE VILE

 

forever staring into infinite nothing

that fills your eyes with emptyness

once you thought you heard something

it was just the bitter taunt of happyness

and you were too weak to reach out

and grab the things you dreamt about

 

now the void does divour your mind

and a beast within is summoned forth

and as it naughs you try hard to find

closure in anything but there is only discord

and the beast is raising high its head

screaming that you are better off dead

 

would you listen to it that through sorrow

has come to possess where once you smiled

and you try your hardest, but your hollow

it seems nothing you do can destroy the vile

your at the end of your breaking rope

you think everyone wants you to go

 

and He offered you his outstretched hand

He told you that He is greater than the beast

and as you grab His hand you understand

that His pure love brings the vile to defeat

it is hard for you to find yourself once more

and when you do you feel stronger than before

 

and as you walk hand in hand with Him

your eyes now fall upon the beaty all around

the beast is again tamed and locked within

and now you can hear the most beatiful sound

behold the angels that sing from the sky

I'm glad you're happy and don't wish to die

Reviews

[Charles R. Ciminokii]

Beautiful. It is really nice. I had taken as a person who was down on themselves, thinking of suicide, and then finds God, might already be dead? I don't know, but what I do know is that this is one of the first poems that I have read on here that is actually organized and structured. English sonnet set up, right? Been a while since I've taken an English class so I can't really remember.

I really did enjoy this, your message was put across and you made it serious. I felt the stern feelings. I want to read more from you...