Dear God,
Things are so messed up down here.
I don't believe in you. I don't believe in you.
Dear Satan,
Things are going as planned.
Please save me. Please save me.
To the archangels that hide me
And to the demons that consume me.
There's nothing left. There's nothing left.
To the voices in my head.
There's no one here. There's no one here.
To the shadows in my room
Please stop. Stop.
The flickering light keeps me awake
And I watch as it dances on my walls.
Dancing visions that shouldn't exist,
And yet they torment me.
But I can't sit in the dark,
Or then I'm truly alone.
I can't close my eyes or they'll follow me
Into what dreams I hold dear.
Escaping is impossible
But sitting still is not possible.
I've tried. I've tried.
And still, I sleep anyway.
Just praying
That things down here won't be so bad.
YOU ARE READING
Invisible Papercuts
PoesiaA small book of poems. Some can be very triggering. I write mostly free verse. If you don't like it, don't read it. All of these are fueled from conversations I've had or things I've felt. In Honor of my Uncle.
