The Death of Myself
The Death of Myself
By Aidan Gilbert
I remember the day where in death I lie
I lie on the ground and make no sound
There are no more games
I tie myself up in chains
Those demons that fill me with fear
I know my fate is near
I know my fate
Does not lead to heaven’s gate
I cry for help
But know I am wearing the devil’s belt
My life is filled with bait
So I take it
And always think it is too late
To go to my Savior’s fate
Which is filled with mercy and grace
I am too ashamed to look him in the face
With tears and lies
Pouring out of my eyes
I turn around
Bound to die
I can hear the bells
From hell calling my name
But for a second I do not feel the same
For I am not a dope
I have a lost hope
That is a dream
That seems so real
I can feel God’s hand on me
I feel free
But cannot see
For the sin on me is too deep
I can see inside hell
With the empty desire
And the mass fire
I see badness
And people with sadness
Just like me they did not learn
And got burned by the devil’s sting
And put on his ring
That capture them
From God’s love
I am not there yet
For I did not make a bet
To the devil for my soul
Even though it has holes
I stay above water
Thanks to the grace of my Father
I get stalked by the terrors at night
I fight against what is right
But I have a small grip
To the Most High
And I will not die
But oops I slip
And fall
Like a doll
But I look into God’s eyes
And know I live in the shelter of the Most High
For God’s angels come down and save me
And lift me high
Into the sky
To heaven
I open my eyes
I am free
This is where God wants me to be
Man am I glad
I held on to the little faith I had
Copyright © Aidan Gilbert | Year Posted 2015
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