i get down on my shins to pray for hope
to talk to almighty
god.
the reply is slow and the
air is
blank.
i hear a whisper of cackling
of laughing.
the devil replied first to
my prayers
and now i have a
knife in my grip held
at my reflection in
the mirror.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
i get down on my shins to pray for hope
to talk to almighty
god.
the reply is slow and the
air is
blank.
i hear a whisper of cackling
of laughing.
the devil replied first to
my prayers
and now i have a
knife in my grip held
at my reflection in
the mirror.
The bad thoughts reply before the good ones.