In this conundrum, life feels arduous,
Existing in a world so tragically hazardous.
Amidst this hellish realm, I yearn for bliss,
But how does one find happiness in this abyss?
I whisper my query to the empty air,
As my own reflection stares back in despair.
My grip tightens, nails digging deep,
Bloodied hands, pain unable to seep.
Yet, no pain is felt, only a brewing storm,
A sense of bursting, frustration takes form.
Then, a voice emerges, heavy and suffocating,
Darkness incarnate, my heart palpitating.
"You must become the devil," it sneers,
"In hell, the devil alone knows no tears.
Let us revel in future's wicked delight,
What say you to this tempting invite?"
Emotions weigh heavy upon my heart,
Happiness, sadness, lethargy, each playing a part.
I yearn to slay the devil, the cause of it all,
But my impotence to act is my tragic downfall.
Self-hatred consumes me, a state so dire,
I sink into the chair, lost in vacant mire.
As if suspended in midair, I gaze into space,
Unfazed by surroundings, lost in my own chase.
All that matters now is the path I'll tread,
Whether I become the devil, filling with dread.
I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with despair,
A sigh, dark and heavy, hangs in the air.
"Let us bring this to an end," I mutter low,
An irreversible path, a choice I've come to know.
The abyss beckons, welcoming my descent,
As I embrace the darkness, my soul's lament.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
