Penultimate.

Penultimate.

When I was a kid, the devil brought me a mic, 

Said "Give it a go. You never know you might,

Like doing this. So try it, just once. Please?"

Eventually I caved in, gave in, to his pleas, 

And now a part of me wishes to be freed, 

By my bars, it's better then when I bleed, 

So I just write and rhyme, it's how I spend my time, 

So form a line, Watch me shine, It's by design, 

I have no choice, nothing, I have to spit, 

Because the devil himself won't let me quit,

He's on my heels, he's after me, he's chasing me. 

His hell hounds are racing me. So many choices facing me, 

Set me free, help me believe in a better tomorrow, 

Not one like yesterday, full of remorse and sorrow, 

One that will make me smile to imagine, 

Something so sweet it'll become a distraction, 

And I'll always wake with a smile on my face, 

But now I wake knowing I'm a disgrace, 

I wish to change my ways, to be someone different,

But even that possibility is so very distant,

I'd like to become someone worth your smile, 

And someone that can make you laugh once in a while, 

But you can't unmake a deal with the devil, 

You can never reach up from this bottom level, 

Of self loathing, hatred, pain, fears, tears,

You can never get better, even if you try for years, 

And the devil watches my every move, 

So I can not soothe my aching soul that you've, 

Looked after for me, kept locked in a box, 

Away from the devil. Behind wood and locks, 

But now I'm broken and I need it back, 

I need my soul for this one last attack, 

But this attack is my last. I can't go on, 

I'll make another deal. a deal for my last song, 

If I write once more then the devil can have me. 

And I'll no longer feel this stupid need to be free, 

He can own my talent, soul and heart, 

And I'll no longer feel torn in two, torn apart. 

Reviews

[The XYZ Writer]

That was some story/poem. Sad really. :( But the way you wrote is so mellifluous and emotional. Very nice write! :)