The pen before me lies, devoid of ink,
Its barren nib a silent witness to my thoughts...

Beneath the honeyed words that coats his lips
Lies venom seeping into every verse...

Within the walls that barricade her heart
Hate soars above the railings of despair...

The Devil doesn’t bargain,
He warps your thoughts to distortion...

Bedazzled are the stars that wink at me,
While dancing under twilight chandeliers...

Silence fills the void of my existence,
Intruding upon others’ fragile lives...

As the night
"F...

The lonliness grows inside me,
As you lay your head to rest...

Depression, well he's a beast,
He has a cold and deathly clutch...

Your soothing gentle voice,
Is music to my ears...

The loneliness has left its wicked charm,
And filled her heart with thirst for lustful fire...

How is your soul today?
Have you accepted Christ...