Uninnocent Youth

A poem about sin.

You might be a little bit crazy,

The monster under my bed, I fear.

You suck out my soul like the devil.

Nothing I fear compares to this tremble.

Whispers so slow in the dark alley way,

Waiting for me, waiting for me someday.

Lead your crew, minions of fear.

Watch them tremble as you come so near.

Read death on their lips and blood in their core,

Listen for their whispers, whisper through Hell's door.

A kiss from the rose, not even as close

As the one I so ever fear.

My favorite color in your hair

So faded, mimic blood stains on that chair.

Wrap me in your cold embrace,

God of my new renewal.

I fear I maybe coming close

To an ever-lasting fuel.

Nothing will stop me,

Nor him, nor you...

For what is to stop the evil;

Uninnocent youth?

Reviews

[Arachne.]

I really like your writing style.
I'm almost terrified by this, it's amazing

[Shayla Sayer]

i really liked this poem. it almost reminded me of an... abusive ex-boyfriend, who felt he was the Devil, reincarnated.