Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2019
Be honest with your pain,
Be honest with your anger
Do not pretend to be an angel-
your wings are clipped, remember?
You aren't here to appease
the crowd who's displeased

Face the mirror and look
At the multiple selves you've built
Aren't you one fantastic *****?

I know, isn't it great?
You're the harbinger of pain-
you can no longer be slain
When the exit wounds bleed endlessly
You pick up the jagged and sharp edges
Even sliced up fingers empower your recesses

You die
And die
And die

There's no limit to your life
It's scary
The respawn time don't matter
When you come back
You come back stronger

The demons under your bed stop playing
"Aren't you coming?"
Hell nah
You don't know it yet
but I'm gonna replace the devil

You tell them now
Oh she is...
She is coming.
Better ring the bells-
get the sinners
to start running
Losien Mayor
Written by
Losien Mayor  20/F/PH
(20/F/PH)   
225
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems