Damned
By raspberry89
Here
comes the devil, breathing down my neck.
He makes life hard and he makes me sweat.
Taunts me all day, tortures me all night.
I can't live like this, I hate life.
I could be happy and I would smile.
If he'd just let me breathe, just for a little while.
But he wont, he'd rather just tear me apart.
Some creatures don't have hearts.
Happiness and love are now missing.
And if you be quiet you'll notice he's listening.
I've seen the devil and I believe
I was damned on the day I was conceived.
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Copyright 2013 raspberry89
Published on Saturday, June 22, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
If only the chains would loosen up.... nicely done :)
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A former member wrote:
Wow those last two lines kicked me right in the stomach. The very nature of the Devil is to be free from guilt or remorse, always reveling in the misery of others.
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On Saturday, June 22, 2013, xZombie Poptartzx
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Hmm... The Devil has a way of tempting us doesn't he/she? Well written xoxo