Black Lovely

sort of religious, rhyming poem. about devils, demons. how lovely.

It's not over yet.  The dream is still alive.  beating down inside me.  The nightmare's just arrived.  The birds have gone to depths.  The people don't see it clear.  Though I have checked the signs, nothing's stopped my fear.  I know it all too well.  The sound of every deed.  The smell of death is near.  The bloodtracks' start a lead.  The dogs are left to starve.  The cats are skinned and killed.  I know the signs, I know them.  I remember now--it's filled.

You see the spirits glide.  They're rising from the ground.  Though voices, I can hear.  The people hear no sound.  I lock myself indoors.  I don't know what to do.  Most people die through this.  If lived, There's but a few.

The demon's come for me.  Please leave the people here.  You've come to haunt me now.  I know my only fear.  Come take me from the Earth.  A fire burns my skin.  I know what I deserve.  Oh God, for I have sinned.

He wraps his black lovely around my neck to strain.  I know my pain, it hurts.  But he won't leave a stain.  He laughs when I beg mercy.  Grins at bulging veins.  If I never hoped before, I know that he will gain.  My mercy at his feet.  He doesn't care for blood.  He whispers in my ear, let now there be a flood.

But God is merciful.  He helps the people free.  before the flood comes over, I know who I should be.  Too late for my help now.  I've done and broken laws.  No one's perfect, I thought, because I am made of flaws.

But because God is so merciful.  He frees me from the hands of the Devil.  I scutter away with a choke, and running like a rebel.  I know what my purpose is.  I've known what it was along.  I used to run away from hope, but now I know it's wrong. 

I thank God for the mercy.  For what He's done for me.  I know that I can't see Him, but sometimes you don't need to see.