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 Jan 2019
Dylan
You are God, you do not exist to me.
Are you the god responsible for mur-
dering millions of children every year?
If you did one thing, you do all things. Take
your blame, God. You alone are on trial.
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Answer for your sins. Explain your transgre-
ssions against humankind. You alone must
pay for the pain imposed on this planet.
The time for faith has passed, take action now,
before you lose your weak hold on my life.
/
Why did you take my father? My daughter?
Give me back my loved ones and I will be-
gin to consider my belief again.
You who have claimed piety, stand for me
and justify my suffering at once!
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You are still absent, what demands your at-
tention more than this? Are there more pressing
concerns in your kingdom of dirt? What is
more vital than claiming your forgotten
son? I abstain from this myth forever.
 Jan 2019
Dylan
Why do I write?
Why expect anyone to read?
Perhaps I want to help,
but am I the right choice?
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Am I right to have confidence?
Should I lack it instead?
Am I a Frost, a Poe,
or someone forever unknown?
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Will this ever be discovered?
Will my private thoughts become public?
If they are private, WHY am I still writing?
Do I want people to know?
/
Help me.
 Jan 2019
Dylan
There I was just sat and loaded
ready to be self-exploded
when a little birdie called me
he did not proceed to stall me
instead begged harm to befall me.
/
He was getting me so flustered
while his tiny wings just fluttered
he did not seem to receive
as I begged him to relieve me
of the pain, he would not cease me.
/
i once again begged him to go
but no weakness did he show
he had set off to just guilt me
and with torment, he had filled me
'til he convinced my gun to **** me.
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With no confidence in relief
and the only thought in me grief
i decided to be exploded
with the gun that was still loaded
i pulled the trigger and then floated.
 Jan 2019
Dylan
NEVER HAVE I SUFFERED MORE
NEVER HAVE I FELT SUCH PAIN
LOSS HAS STRUCK ME TO MY CORE
/
YET, I FEEL, I MUST REMAIN
DEMONS HAUNT ME IN MY SOUL
LIFE, I'LL GIVE, BUT NOT IN VAIN
/
WORTHY AM I OF NO DOLE
SHIP MY PITH TO DIGNITAS
TO DEAR CHARON, PAY THE TOLL
/
LORD ABOVE PLEASE GRANT ME PAUSE
YOU ALONE I WILL ADORE
TAKE MY LOVE AND GIVE ME CAUSE
/
NEVER HAVE I SUFFERED MORE
STILL, FOR LIFE, I AM A *****

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