Fallen
I know I'm dead, but can't you see?
A demon lives inside of me.
Tell you a story, but don't blink
For in my sorrow you shall sink.
Darkness covers shadow's fate,
My hope to you I shall donate,
And as I fall in the abyss
This death is just my final bliss.
A crow has eaten both my eyes
But now I finally realise
The lies written in my blood,
The truth hidden by the mud,
The graves of my former selves,
The cross where the evil dwelves,
The church in which the devils pray,
The heart no blade shall ever flay.
I feel I have another soul,
Another mind that makes me whole,
Something ancient and forsaken,
Something forbidden and mistaken.
Something God did not create,
Something to which I can relate.
He has no name, yet he is known
He dwelves in me, he can't be shown.
He's telling things not known to me,
One and the same he wants us be,
But once I shall accept this path
I can't reside in life, nor death.
He twists and turns, he makes me bleed
He wants from other souls to feed,
He killed me once, he killed me twice
He is the one who holds the dice.
He wields the sword that stabs my chest
He eats my bones, he is my best.
He has replaced the grace in me,
With something light will never be.
He'll cut his heart, but not his wings,
Pain, justice, punishment he brings.
Shadow, bones, from blood and dust
I find myself insane, at last!
I'm something God can just pretend,
I'm fallen but I'll rise again.
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Poems of the fallen
PoetryHave you ever felt imprisoned by your own mind? Have you ever started feeding on your own soul, hoping to achieve the sinister peace of a shallow grave? I feel like that, all the time, slowly sinking in the abyss of forbidden memories, sharp as...
