The devil couldn't reach me,
Or give me a gun.
So, Satan came over to show me some fun.
We went on a rampage,
Quite the excursion.
The devil was sad he couldn't meet me in person.
I heard he was far,
But still knew who I was,
And started noticing all the bad things I had done.
Satan began stating the devil was free,
Wandering around now, still looking for me.
Everyone had seen him,
he was one of a kind.
But I still hadn't seen him with my own pair of eyes.
My loved ones were gone,
My friends, they were missing.
The way id speak to people,
I could've sworn I was hissing.
I was still at the top of the devils most wanted,
But my eyes were now different,
and they looked a bit jaundice.
Everything was wrong,
I was all on my own.
Even Satan was now someone that I didn't know.
Id scratched my skin raw, ripped the skin off my face
The devil couldn't reach me because I was there in his place.
- O.R.W
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LIE IN MY EULOGY
Poetry"Lie in my eulogy" is a journey through the unfiltered realities of trauma and struggle. In each verse, this collection lays bare the raw emotions tied to mental health, heartbreak, and abuse. Each poem captures the weight of unspoken pain, heavy he...
