Satans Child

by shelby   Apr 2, 2006


The death of your life, the pain that you feel,
Your insanity is my happiness.
The scars on my heart,
They call out to the grave
.. dig me a hole and let me die.
Your kiss was like venom,
A vile of poison.
Death now lies in my heart.
I feel the pain, burning through my body,
I'm slowing decaying
And soon I'll be dead.
I'm cutting myself,
I'm slitting my wrists,
I do it just to see the blood.
The knife is intriguing,
the blade is my home..
i feel better when my wounds are not healing.
I'll chew up the glass,
I'm cut all over.
I think dark things
and i like it.
So slice me into pieces
and put me away.
Now i only exist in the back of your mind.
The crack in the floor is calling me in,
The devil wants me back.
I've been reborn, I'm not the same.
I'm Satan's child now.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Joey

    Oh man, i like this poem a lot. A lot of emotions that i feel are in this poem, you sound really cool, maybe we could talk?