Satan's Poem
The walls are crashing
the floor is tilting
I am falling
for Satan is calling.
Feeling
I feel alone,
in a dark room crying to myself,
i cry loud but no one hears,
or no one even answers.
It feels like a small mistake
has such big consequences,
and no one understands,
and no one cares.
Sometimes i feel like i want to die,
spread my wings and try to fly,
but life doesn't work that way,
it's a lot more complicated.
The faces are all dark and plain,
their bodies are dieing,
they are standing and staring,
waiting for me to apologize.














Comments
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I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts.
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