Deeds for darkness

another poem AGAIN i wrote two years ago

crying in a corner with tears coming out of your eyes
your sick and tired of all of their lies

voices in your head telling you things to do
you have to obey- it's not up to you

telling you to do murderous things
death comes to your ear and then sings

a tale he tells you of hell and wonder
darkness covers your emotions as quick as thunder

you grasp that knife hard in your hand
tightening the grip real firm you stand

with evil in your eye you stare in disgust
of all the ragged people you wanna turn to dust

with one swift move you grab a girl by the soul
squeezing so tight its no longer hole

going down to the ground of hurt and pain
for in your hand you have blood as a stain

searching all around you finding a gun
for getting one you know what has to be done

for no gun is found you found instead you find fire
a ledge up above hung a wire

you step to the ledge  shaking with fear
putting the wire over your neck you shed a single tear

you stand at first and then you jump
you hit the fire with a single tiny bump

you sizzle and crack with the fire blistering your skin
you feel the pain for its the price for all your sin

your almost numb for death is now taking you down
you moan only once then you make no sound

for now your in hell where you'll do the bidding for the darkness itself
for your only its slave and no longer have any wealth.