*I wrote this poem for another friend of mine. They were going through some pretty messed up stuff when I wrote this; and one day they lashed out at me. They accused me of not understanding them or what they were going through, and to prove them wrong I wrote this poem. Even though it's dark and not necessarily my style, I know my friend is doing much better now. And I'm happy my friend gave me permission to publish this.*
Demons clawing at my gate
Rending, tearing I hesitate
Full malice, full of strife
I have to question my whole life
Demons clawing at my gate
A cry for help, my calm dissipates Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I have to question my whole life
Demons clawing at my gate
Breaking, shaking. Oh! This hate!
In a sea of people, but abandoned thrice
I have to question my whole life
Demons clawing at my gate
Can anyone save me from my fate? Silence meets my strangled cries
And I have to question my whole life
Into darkness I do creep,
where Devils come and beckon me
God Almighty! Do you hear?
Your servant cannot persevere.
Into darkness I do creep
Where only sin and silence meet. Falling from grace, I know my fate. Because demons are clawing at my gate.
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Through Eyes Of Passion
PoetryI have always been in love with poetry, but never thought that I was any good at it. It was actually my sister who convinced me to publish my works, and so you have her to thank if you like them. If you don't I won't be mad, I would probably agree w...
