The Mind of the Demon
I lie on the floor
and stare at my life.
My pains, my pleasures;
All I have loved and lost.
Examining my personal Hell,
I see all I have done wrong;
Am I really this bad?
Can I be helped?
Lying, Cheating, Stealing,
is only a small bit of my evil.
I've pushed all the people I loved,
into a state of hating me;
Friends and family
gone from my life.
A tear rolls
quickly wiped away.
Looking around
I catch a glimpse,
of this young red-eyed boy.
The blade in reach,
the pills circulating;
The moment grows near.
Another tear rolls
yet, not brushed off.
I see the pain caused
from selfishness and greed;
The numbness comes,
the tears flow.
Up to my knees now,
blade in hand;
With a drop of red,
the tears stop.
Memories of good times,
and lasting love;
Gone like the red and blue,
once in my veins.
now with fading breaths
and hazy eyes,
I beg to be taken;
My soul set free.
Tears of blood
pool around a cold boy;
Never ready for life,
Now prepared for death.
A letter in his pocket
addressed to his son;
The child, unaware
of who he was and his pain.
He asks;
No tears to be shed,
No love to be wasted,
for the boy unable to care.
Send no flowers,
Sign no cards;
Dont send apologies,
dont shed tears;
I wouldn't for you.
A boy
born of evil,
compassion and love
fall on a cold heart.
He travels alone
through trails of darkness.
The creature stumbles constantly,
unable to sit,
for he wont stand again.
On his knees
he beggs for an angel,
an angel to save him.
Beggs for the angel
to touch his head
and release him.
Why this demon
destined to wander Earth.
What is his purpose?
Release humans,
or himself.
In a life of pain and suffering, comes and angel to enlighten our days. We pray and pray for help, and here it comes.
The angel hath come to take me; Life me up to a different plain. The angel wispers in my ear; Takes my breath.
The angel held my hand, but I lose my grip. My angel falls to the ground; It's jobe done, I am gone.
They wonder why and how; This angel hath taken me now. I lay in hallow peace; Tears of red fall from a cold face.
They cry for me NOW, not understanding, maybe if I told them. It's too late, all I leave are my apologies.