Illuminate [darkened]
Shaking [around me].Tensing [all muscles].
Releasing [all emotion].
Screaming [LOUDLY].
Breathing [has ceased].
I can't help it [I no longer exist].
Fingers grip [my pale throat].
Body pressed against [my soft corpse].
Gasp, gasp, gasp [it all fails].
And when my soul floats to Heaven I know it will be rejected by God, sitting upon a golden stool.
The angels will look down on me like all the others always have.
And I will be punished, sent down to surrender to Satan.
Attempt to drown my immortal self in my sins, sleeping in the depths of dark wet caves where not even a fire can live brightly.
The Devil himself will sneak into my midst, he'll crawl along dirty, dusty, muddy grounds, press a long nail under my chin, lift, and breathe in my scent.
And he too will reject me.
Poetry by kaytee
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Written on 2008-05-21 at 02:31
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