A Demon's Plea.

* Previously known as 'Lucifer's Plea.' I don't know why I keep writing poetry, I'm no poet.

I’ve begun to feel at a loss, all alone.

Death is my consumption, and is overgrown.

His scathing and crawling is taking its toll.

I beg of you to listen,

There is too much corrupting this soul.

 

And as I lay here wide awake.

I begin to wonder if this is my fate.

 

Am I to fall wherever I go?

Am I to suffer on my own?

Am I to ache and cry and slice,

At every issue that holds my vice?

Am I to deprive myself of all?

Is that when I can end this fall?

 

For no one should be damned to feel this way.

The hate, the hurt, the friends to prey.

And if this is where I end.

I begin to believe I am broken.

 

For I am not a synonym or even a word.

I am the full definition, carved and burned.

Of true lonliness, you know it is me.

And my world is everyone that I envy.

 

So I will ask one final time.

And then I will refuse to rhyme,

To write, to sing, or to create.

I cannot love, with all this hate.

 

So here’s my question, listen clear.

Will I suffer while I’m here?

Do you listen to my pleads?

Do you underestimate me?

Am I to suffer until I’m gone?

Do you choose the ones born wrong?

 

If so,

you’re sick and you are distraught.

And I refuse to feed into your plot.

Are you a god or a mere man?

I’ll burn and writhe,

I’ll be the antagonist to your plans.

 

Whether you are real or fake.

I despise you, and yes,

I realize what’s at stake.

My life? My heart? My immortal soul?

Damn me to hell, burn me, stake me,

tear me from your gold.

 

For you have created far less evil in me,

Than I have seen in the world of thee.

 

And if I am to understand I am your clone?

If this be the case, I take my parting alone.