Mirror mirror in my room,
I'm looking at a face of gloom.
Who even am I? Complicated soul,
I'm trapped today in this black hole.
Monday morning, gone eleven,
I'm stood wondering if there is a heaven.
What if the troubled go straight to hell?
I can hear the sound of my inner knell.
I'm slowly spiraling
Darkness below,
Fuck you satan
Let me go.
I'm calling
I'm falling
I'm crying
I'm dying.
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Author:
Renzi Mars (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2017 05:28
- Comment from author about the poem: Maybe i woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
- Category: Sad
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Comments6
We all have those days. It's unfortunate. To say "Fuck you" to satan, wow. I'm astonished. Well done!
AWESOME PICTURE RENZI ~ It haunts me ! It happens SWEETHEART and SATAN likes to get his hands on a Sweet Belfast Girl. When Jesus was tempted ~ by SATAN ~ in the Wilderness He didn't say GO AWAY I'm JESUS ! NO He resisted SATAN and used the Sword of the Spirit the BIBLE. So just say to Satan "The Holy Spirit who indwells me is Greater than you so GO TO HELL !" Satan cannot stand the WORD of GOD ! Thinking of you ~ Praying for you HUGS IN THE SPIRIT ~ BRIAN (UK)
Complicated old souls such as yours do tend to take on ever increasingly difficult lives, such as the one you have chosen, Renzi. I admire you, and believe in you ... that you have it within you to prevail. Thank you for this fine poem describing the struggle.
The layout looks like a silhouette of a devilish skull. Really well crafted piece.
Renzi, the picture and the poem are both incredible, but it is the undercurrent in the poem that grabs me. The cry for help, the pull into darkness. I very truly wish I could just shine a light on you and you would be healed!
We all have those days but rest assured they become fewer and fewer in our lives and remember tomorrow will be a good day. Good write.
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