Submissions by GIldedLettersOfPoe (Eryn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Insanity
I went insane
Insane in the membrane.
It all started a while back
When feelings seemed to lack.
All that was left was anger and hate
And those who tried to help were too late.
I laughed when they screamed in pain
As they held on to life in vain.
Family and friends left me in the dust,
As I broke the fragile strand of trust.
I was lost within the world of sin,
Never to see the light again.
Soon as realization was hit,
As my house on fire I lit.
In a church for me a...
Insane in the membrane.
It all started a while back
When feelings seemed to lack.
All that was left was anger and hate
And those who tried to help were too late.
I laughed when they screamed in pain
As they held on to life in vain.
Family and friends left me in the dust,
As I broke the fragile strand of trust.
I was lost within the world of sin,
Never to see the light again.
Soon as realization was hit,
As my house on fire I lit.
In a church for me a...
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The Angel
His wings blackened, his crown shattered.
Darkness he was cast into, nothing mattered.
Higher than Michael, God’s right hand.
Choking in the darkness, wrapped around his throat like a band.
His white suit poisoned to black.
There is no going back.
Burnt to hatred by the fires of Hell.
For him no death bell shall knell.
Trapped in a place and believed to be sin.
Vowing to take his crown back again.
But for now he shall wait.
And change the course… of Fate.
Darkness he was cast into, nothing mattered.
Higher than Michael, God’s right hand.
Choking in the darkness, wrapped around his throat like a band.
His white suit poisoned to black.
There is no going back.
Burnt to hatred by the fires of Hell.
For him no death bell shall knell.
Trapped in a place and believed to be sin.
Vowing to take his crown back again.
But for now he shall wait.
And change the course… of Fate.
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Forevermore and Always
He greets me with black eyes gazing from his skull,
A black cloak draped over his skeletal figure.
Into silence there is a lull,
As he outstretches his hand.
Death, my friend, waiting as my world goes dark,
With a loving, cold embrace.
They see me with my wrists by a blade marked,
Smiling as from hate I run.
He is the one who holds me tight,
Always smiling.
He is the one who helps me at night,
When the terrors come.
Now forever I shall be with him,
In his hell.
We canter around, killing at whim,
Forevermore and always.
A black cloak draped over his skeletal figure.
Into silence there is a lull,
As he outstretches his hand.
Death, my friend, waiting as my world goes dark,
With a loving, cold embrace.
They see me with my wrists by a blade marked,
Smiling as from hate I run.
He is the one who holds me tight,
Always smiling.
He is the one who helps me at night,
When the terrors come.
Now forever I shall be with him,
In his hell.
We canter around, killing at whim,
Forevermore and always.
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