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2.3k · Sep 2016
I met a devil
Afirma Tivna Sep 2016
I met a devil with blue eyes,
Who wanted a girl that prayed for Satan,
The fall of a believer empowered his lies,
He'd line up the prayers and then rate them.

I met a devil with no horns,
With the power to paralyze by touch,
His shell lures in the one who mourns,
His cracks are filled by blinding too much.

I met a devil with helping hands,
Which he often used for pointing fingers,
His words were accusations and demands,
The heat rises for anyone who lingers.

I met a devil with false promises,
That he made to capture my soul,
It's the bait that covers his emptiness,
Once you know you're following, you crawl.

I met a devil with fires inside,
First warm, then burning 'till they'd pierce,
But he was cold even when I fried,
Still I saw the love as all that's fierce.

I met a devil with planned tears,
Carrying such evil no drop should hold,
He turned my care into aching fears,
I turned my head where he controlled.

I met a devil who never met me*,
All he created and knew was debris,
I shine too bright for hell to see,
He's forever down under and I am free!
971 · Nov 2016
Lie to me
Afirma Tivna Nov 2016
Make me build barriers and walls,
Medieval guards would look upon,
Once the stone is risen, hardly it falls,
When it's over my head, I'm gone.
Lie to me.

Lower the temperature with your tounge,
One deegre by one until it goes,
'Till it's Northern Sea through my lung,
Across the ice, no flower grows.
Lie to me.

Destroy the morning sky with your words,
My coffee with two spoons of anger,
Better lost than lies as shepards,
Cover my eyes, be my strangler.
Lie to me.

Wash out your lips of the sugar stanes,
Dry them 'till the sweetness is no more,
Your kiss will taste like coffee grains,
Once so tired, my mouth won't be sore.
*Lie to me.
365 · Dec 2019
Ghosts are real
Afirma Tivna Dec 2019
With me, I have ghosts;
With them, I'm not left alone.
They live between these walls,
I'm afraid to feel at home.

They come near me, I feel them,
But they follow me through the door.
When I close my eyes, I see them;
When I want it stopped, there's more.

They come to say it all;
How they're not there, they're gone;
Only the unsaid, left to crawl,
Only there until the show of dawn.

I have these ghosts because I need them,
The void's too deep for swimming.
At least this way I lead them,
They go where I go; leave while I'm dreaming.

My ghost used to be real;
With flesh and blood under raw skin.
They remain lively still,
the warmest eyes, the coldest grin.

At times a fire burns in my eyes,
The room fills up with smoke from the flame,
Inhale - I'm free; Exhale - I realize;
I can breathe without saving air for them.

All the space is as much as I give,
They have power as long as I shrink,
The air I hold, they receive;
When I detach myself, they link.

Ghost are real - if you let them be.

— The End —