Us

Different ones

Living our lives addicted to pain,

Cheating our way through the game that they play,

Refusing to follow by everyone's rules,

Getting through life, as we drink it away,

Nothing to fight for, the kids in the dark,

We don't trust in angels, playing on harps,

The more you get through, the less you can fight,

Almost as hopeless as looking for light,

Different breed of people, useless at most,

One day we'll party, the devil's our host,

Go back to our father, the one who cursed us all,

Pray for the wings we lost when we fell,

Angels forever left down here to rot,

Wear demons' skin, play with the lot,

Build up their souls at the price of our own,

Lost our own place, nowhere to call home,

Pray for redemption not covered in blood,

Sounds like a plan, but prayers never worked.

Reviews

[HakiSac]

At the start of this poem i felt as if the "us" was a friend or another person. Only halfway through did i realize that when you refer to "we" you refer to all of us under the sun. If i may make a recommendation on the last line...

"Pray for redemption not covered in blood,
Our prayers feel empty, as worthless as mud."

I like your style, it is dark, as is much of my writing, yet searching for purpose. Well done, thank you for sharing.

[SMDCHV]

Thank you for your review ! I'll take your recommendation into account as soon as possible.

[HakiSac]

:) only if you want to. Just thought it fit. This is a good poem that had me captured.