Darkness
I have never loved anyone.....
Not a flower or a toad....
I have never seen anything...
I have ever wanted....
That is my life.....
I lie and cheat....
It gives me no pleasure...
My darkness is my own.....
So complete....
The Devil owns my soul.....
I kill just to kill
Just to see the sadness
No feelings...
No guilt....
Nothing....
The Devil in me reaps.....
I was once a young man...
Promise and poise I was...
Until the night she came....
To me....
I do not care for love....
She said....
Men are men...
Wicked souls....
They stole from me...
My beauty....my innocence's
My identity and soul...
So I say to you...
In a dream I come
To you.....finding another lost soul.....
In the trenches..
Death all around you....
Bleeding out your last breath...
From a bayonete.....
Come to me.....
And I will show you...
Agony's joy....
My god.....I have fought so hard.....
For what I have believed to be true.....
Just to be surrendered.....
To his witch of Satan's lust.....
Oh... I can't endure.....
This hurt to my heart.....
How can I fight this tragedy......
I am but a soldier...
I had to kill...
And yet I
Opened the door...
To the witch....
Who took my soul...
Just for the killing.....
Copyright © Randall Smith | Year Posted 2010
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