Death has played its part.
I swear and tear ugly tears into the comfort of my pillow. I can't see where I'm going or what's around me. Dead.... Am I animal? No, of course not... In the shining eyes of our God even they have a purpose to hold. What's left of me?
Another dream to kill my stricken soul into submissive shame. I can die every second of that dreadful dream.
Is this Heaven or Hell?
My captor is the one who hurts my dear, poor, naive fool of a cousin. She doesn't see the strength of her words. I hope she doesn't fall in the beads of her devilish spotlight. I cannot save her from herself.... I want to wail in repentance of what I've done. But was it me? It was just. A. Silly. Dream!
No! I plead to you, it was a witty nightmare of the Devil himself! Of some demon residing in my deepest affections of some of the darkest sins. Predictable to have dreams like this - but alas I'm amazed!
How could I have conjured such acts? Ah, sure, I would NEVER commit them! Never! Believe me, Mighty God, if you hear! Upon the last kiss I give to you! I would never!
Please... forgive the evil within me if I do.... I want the feel of electricity. Of your anger, I don't, but if it must be, give me all your hatred upon my soul!
I am lost. Neverland must not be far off but I can't cross that bridge! I have ties to the sealed contracts of forbidden fruit.... Must I forgive or forget? Myself, I am a petty liar, adulterer, foolish knife in a gun fight... I'm what every sinner has become in one way or another....
Acid pours from my eyes when I gaze into yours. Weeping above me; draw the sword to my neck and free me
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No Strings
PoetryDark, chilling short stories and poetry... some inspired by dreams Picture is of the recently discovered frog Mature Content Due To: Mister Tom and the Truth has adult themes. If you're 14+ I suppose it's okay to read; there is no graphic sex, gore...
