Thou I am reduced to ashes, I am filled with his unconditional love.


A blessing it is indeed
to find woe laid on me.

In darkness hell
My heart dwelt.

Scorn, torn and ridicule
weighs close mine eyes
to see.

Bitter weed carries a truth
of judgement, placed inside
as a early seed.

Deceived I am,

as shame springs
forth the lies in me.


unleashed that thrives,
and the joy remorsed

that dies.

 In a mirror made
unto me, a wailing
cry, a reflection
of the selfish I.

Within so deep of sorrow
That I cannot see tomorrow.
I'm the burden
to all I meet,
and a fool of empty words

for all to reap.

Even this body
god gave to me.
cannot bear the
foul I breathe.

Unworthy me that
cannot bear to

the truth
showed about.

Fallen I've became,
screaming in the flames

of darkness.

Broken, broken until

there is nothing,

not thought

no me,

no idea,

no plan,


filled with darkness

that has claim its prize.



  • Author: Sigra (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2019 12:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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