A Poem by C.M. Dakota (Ky)

Once upon a time, I was a faithful little Christian;

My skin is stained,
With my own blood. 
The tears swell, 
And overwhelm like a flood. 

I love her,
But I should not. 
Send me down,
To Hell to rot. 

Friends all leave,
They abandon me,
But abuse stays
So I'll never be free. 

I've broken myself,
I'm covered in dirt. 
I'm addicted to drowning,
Depression, and hurt. 

Is there anything, 
Really, to existence and pain? 
Burn me to ashes,
Wash me away in the rain. 

I guess I'm a sinner,
Through and through.
Then again, 
That all depends on You.

© 2017 C.M. Dakota (Ky)

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holy yessssss......this is amazing i love it....wish this was my own have made these words a thing of beauty so cutting and torturous but like a flower on skin........amazing my friend.

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C.M. Dakota (Ky)

3 Months Ago

Thank you so much! It's a very personal piece, and I'm glad you like it.


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Added on November 24, 2017
Last Updated on November 24, 2017
Tags: religion, spirituality, contemplating higher power, meaning of self


C.M. Dakota (Ky)
C.M. Dakota (Ky)


My name is Ky, I'm a 19 year old college student studying Theatre and Film. I've been writing a long time, and have developed a knack for hyperbole. I often write about dark topics, as writing is a cr.. more..

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