Demons and Devils, Sinners and Snakes

Demons and Devils, Sinners and Snakes

A Poem by SophiaKathleen
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Purely psychological, and a complete mind-f**k.

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Well the crazy s**t you pull creates a medal of distortion

Marring my soul and perpetuating coercion

Cause I’m your f*****g rag doll to twist and turn

The crawling under my skin won’t make me burn

But I’m the lion the tiger the beast and the brute

 The perfect inclusion of all that is moot

Because I don’t matter and you can’t hear my pleas

Your ego is louder than any wistful reveries

And my battered skin won’t wipe away your smiles

Because the devil knows no remorse, just wades in his wiles

Your twisted bloody mouth will tear away my flesh

Leave me bone dry but with thoughts that are dense

Because you’ll add a layer to my twisted satisfaction

At watching the blood pool from my bloodied ashes

If you’re looking to make a martyr of me

This contest of causes has closed for reprieve

Nothing is left to the imagination

I am a sick, messy, thoughtful safe haven

From the turmoil of the red herring taunting your soul

But don’t look for the gunmen I’ve killed them all

Because inside my mind I have complete control

To rid myself of thoughts that don’t go

With the beautiful pattern arranged so orderly

Neglecting the fact that I describe it so sordidly

If you’re looking for the details the devil imprinted

Just sift through my blood the details stained in it

No ounce of pride can be won

From imagining me as wholly undone

You see it takes no small measure of fiction

To look at my skin and believe there’s sanity within it

The truth is quite simple, passionless at least,

My last breath of healthy was lost to the disease

It afflicts my mind, and I haven’t the time,

To describe what it does, but in essence it runs

On every ounce of loathing I hold for myself

For the others around me, for the world, for its health

Truly I’m crazy, insane, a mythical mess

But no matter, inside my head the personalities convalesce

They’re all doing well, thank you for asking

The demons now calling, it’s time for our passing

© 2012 SophiaKathleen


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this is very good. I don't know what else to say, accept, keep writing!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This could be the personal point of view, of living with Mick Jagger.


I liked this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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SophiaKathleen
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Manalapan, NJ



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