By Arcassin Burnham
Find Salvation in the leaves,
Liking for a day without rain to match the demise,
Drip Drop/ Drip Drop Dripping from the
Corpse, of course it bleeds,
Drip Drop/ Drip Drop making calm
Ripples free with ease,
Darker days are coming for the ones that sign their Name in
Blood,
Looking for a new host to play the part, nope ! I am not the one,
To bring you to freedom , the things that you serve,
Will only get you in deep fire and brimstone plus the gnashing of teeth,
When I'm speaking his name , you only seek vengeance and run away so cowardly,
Thinking you see right through me, I'm learning how complacent
You are,
When you judge , it's not the level of polite , serves you right for
Gambling with my life,
Criticise and scrutinize , man do your worse,
I been through worse and I've seen demons at their early birth
While in my sleep at times when I can't move and my eyes are
Still open,
My mind is clear and I'm aware that the devil has spoken,
Drip Drop/ Drip Drop , having dripped
Another since dear old pops died,
Drip Drop/ Drip Drop , looking for another
Way to save my life,
I gotta get out of here , but I'm the beacon and the brightest
Light to see everything clear.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 20th, 2016 10:15
- Comment from author about the poem: ©ABPoetry2016 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/12/nova.html
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 12
Comments1
My sense of this is man's struggle with the forces of Satan or perhaps his own internal demons. Thank you for an entertaining dark read.
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