#deamon
The Angel of Darkness
Hovers close overhead
I can feel his evil stare
Like an impending dread
Dark and foreboding
With fiery eyes
That can pierce a weaker man's heart
And fill it with lies
I feel the heat of his gaze
And smell the stench of his breath
Full of hatred and malevolence
And the promise of death
He patiently waits
To claim my soul as his own
And force me to pay homage
And bow to his throne
An eternity of suffering
Is promised to me
If I weaken my defenses
And allow this to be
But my heart is made pure
Because I pray to the light
And live a clean life
And try to do right
To this wondrous light,
I give devotion and love
And in return I am protected
From the darkness above
But sometimes the light can get hot
And burn like the sun
And trying to be perfect
Is sometimes not very fun
So on those bright days
I let my veneration fade
And seek out the darkness’ shadow
For just a little bit of shade
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
i layed in my room on my bed,
i only wished to die in my sleep
fallen appart,i was nearly dead
cause of a promisse i didn't keep.
i couldn't eat i couldn't talk,
i was hunted by my past,
barely having stenght to walk,
i've put my all to the test.
i couldn't smile with pain in my chests,
then came fears, i became paranoid,
followed by the darkest fleshbacks,
until the gap in heart became a void.
i fell as low as person can fall,
there was only up i could go,
missed the death, had to crawl,
decided never to let myself fall so low.
it's been a year i'm alright,
i still recover,my heart needs some rest,
i know my strenght and learning to fight,
a crule deamon called ''my past''.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC