I walked through an abandoned house,

Filled with ghosts and demons

With a blindfold

Wrapped tight around my eyes

And I couldn’t see the demons and the ghosts hiding in the corners,  

But I could taste them on my tongue…bitter and addictive,

Misery is my Crack Cocaine,  

Stop-

Let the lust surge though my veins until it has consumed every last particle of my being,

And Lord let me die,

For I believe I would rather go to Hell

Than be your pawn.

 

What kind of sick, soul sucking game are you playing?

 

You seem to find the same pleasure in

Torturing

Your subjects,

That I find in pressing hot coals to my skin.

 

Please, God-

Strike me down like a soldier.

 

God,

I don’t see you.

I tried to.

I begged you and

You placed the weight of seven souls upon my shoulders

Made me a pillar.

 

Is this my sentence?

 

I never saw you.

I refuse to believe you have the power to change the skies,

All you’ve done is killed me.