Damned
I curse the night that lives in me
and turned my heart so cold.
I blaspheme the hollow gods
who failed to save my soul.
I blame the laughing crones of fate
who placed me in this cell
and bargain with Beelzebub
to pardon me from hell.
Though I burn inside the flames
of infernos I made,
I shall suffer silently,
and feign I'm not afraid.
I damn the tears inside my eyes,
for I won't cry aloud.
Although I know that I am doomed,
my head shall ne'er be bowed.
Copyright © David Irby | Year Posted 2015
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