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Nov 2015
oh mother teach me how to die because I've been lost in the dark trying to fly but continuously missing my mark Thy blade I pressed to my skin was not heaven send where fields of wildflowers I roamed only turn to black now for I am with no home your dying wish was for me to achieve bliss yet agony has burrowed inside of me calling my chest home you told me to pray to our heavenly father but I feel no divine spirit when I bow at his altar yet I try to overcome only to fault further I cut my throat and I hang myself but I do not die I jump from rooftops only to awake staring at the night sky mother my purpose is clear for god has abandoned me and satan drew me near where god rejected he rejoiced he told me to be his savior of earth his divine voice to the masses for I am the antichrist
Simon Woodstock
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Simon Woodstock
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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