Spawn of Satin

by Hayley   Jan 24, 2005


My god has finally gone
He has left me to be as Satin’s spawn
Satin calls me back each night
As a young girl I gave into him out of spite.
He calls me to self destruction,
This is how I made my lasting impression.
He tells me to pick up the blade
He said my pain would fade.
He showed me how to tell a lie
He let me know that it’s okay to want to die.
He picked me up when I was down
Satin threw my life around
He showed me that my life
Will soon end with that blood stained knife
Satin calls me back each night
He shows me how to end my fight.
Satin picks up the blade and gives it to me,
He really cares. Why can’t you see?
He loves me, I am his baby

Hayley ©

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  • 19 years ago

    by Lyss is dead

    FABULOUS just like all of your other poems. keep it up. You have talent hunn. Never stop writing...alyssa