Book of Poems

Sins

You do not know, you do not know
Anything that I do.
What I have lived with, like a devil
Hidden inside myself, lost and alone,
Hardly holding on to what is true.

Secrets, I had to hide you.
You lost your bite before I could --
Clenched breaths, a loss for words,
Frozen in time with one word
As heavy as lead

On my breath as I breathe
Vapors from the depths of sin,
From the bottoms of pits in Hell.
Praying for a savior above.
Rette mich.

On the tongues of demons at Hell's gate
Chained closed with the blood
From inner wars, scars, bars,
The name of my demon known widely.
My inner contest.

There are dozens and more,
I wouldn't tell you how many.
Rooted to the spot, frozen in time.
I was never able to say
What was stuck in my throat.

In the bottom of my chest,
Swallowed away from the world,
Lies the truth that stays so heavy.
I thought every demon was you.
They speak your words

Like spitting fire, aiming to burn
Everything that stands in the way.
They tell me I'm the same,
That I'm a sinner just for keeping.
I might as well be a sinner.

The fires of Hell are burning beneath
The feet of the damned.
With my courage, my scared choices,
And the words I lack, words I lack,
I am little a sinner.

I couldn't ever talk to her,
With her dismissive tones, and selfish words,
Her ignorant eyes blazing,
Her lips unmoving, always shut.
Dancing with lies, dancing with you.

I was relieved when I seen him
Walking down here
As graceful as snow.
With him there is fear no more.
He heard me.

Not the Devil but the Savior
So pure in his honesty, no sin to show.
Every demon crumbles
With each of his steps, effortless
Light shining to save me.

You lift me up, savior,
With the words of encouragement.
You tell me to say the words of sin
For they are not mine to claim.
You help me take aim

At the demon that holds me
In a grip of cowardice.
I pull the trigger and feel
The sweet release of veracity.
I am free from the chains of its sin.