The Devil's MonologueA Poem by winter;lyra
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Tight Hold the bible in one hand And your lover on the other one Honestly I hope I break those bonds Now Consider this A world of light Not real light I speak of that soft light You used to have at your bedside To make you happy and disguise The lack of presence Of omnipotence The abundance of darkness The voidless sparkful darkness Rose me thoughtful At first, it was awful And then my gospel And I started thinking the Father had been lying to us all Felt so alone So I called the Monster Within this cage you call heart Asked it to guide me Sought the answers the light would not provide us I risk being at loss At times Why am I lying Every night After the farce passes But unlike you I know my story And again unlike you I know yours as well I delve into the reality's content You delve into the contentless Into the abstract You delve into clothes and the material side You delve into Mister Cool Boy and Miss Cool Girl And hope one day you'll be a Mister Cool Boy or Miss Cool Girl Who knows you might even be the one they bow for King of the pack Pay homage You commoner Reach the nearest Mask Generator 2K™ Reshare the share to feed your lonely insignificance With the delusional idea That your little actions served to give some kind of meaning to your small existence Yeah Now you know Go ahead and cry once everyone's left the party It's "okay" I cry too For different reasons Whichever path you chose You'll find pain But would you not prefer Adding some purpose to the pain Child Let go of her hand Bring the bible We'll go through the pages And learn from the greatest parade of soft lights Come with me I wish to break you down Take you down With me Down town Bound to nothing But the forge within our brain Come on now Let us be one again And let us sink into the voidless dark © 2016 winter;lyra |
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Added on July 20, 2016 Last Updated on August 12, 2016 Author
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