I hit my head and this is where I fell
Don't try to tell me this ain't hell
I can see the darkness surrounding me
And feel my eyes clouding over
This is not where I intended to be
But I suppose this is my fee
For living a life filled up with my lies
And hurting those that called me friend
From these ashes I cannot ever rise
Nothing but fire in those eyes
That keep me chained and locked up in this hole
And refuse to let me repent
But who holds the more curse and hated role:
The fallen or the tainted soul?
Who can't hope to ever receive mercy,
And who can try for forgiveness?
At least I can hope to one day be free
From damnation's great lunacy
And be reborn on Earth or in the sky
And heal this scar upon my heart
So is it better to let feelings die
For one more cherished chance to learn to fly?
(So I wanted to write a poem that was a little different than my others, and this is it. Sorry if it didn't meet your expectations! Thank you for the 13,000 reads, and Happy Halloween!)
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The Death Poems
PoetryPoems about death, sadness, evil, sin, etc. There may be some poems that have the same theme, but all of them are different and original. Collection 2 is now published, so please check that one out as well.
