A Sinner's Soul

I felt myself slipping into Darkness a long time ago

and I didn't cry for help.

I should have cried for help,

but Pride told me I could save myself.

He took my hand in his and

he led me through the Darkness,

a place where lifeless souls roam

and adderall and alcohol came in abundance.

He said these substances were necessary

for dead souls like mine to function.

He introduced me to his friends:

Anxiety, Loneliness and Lust.

They said they'll never leave me alone, 

that together they'll guide me through the Darkness

and in them I could put my trust. 

 

Lust told me to lie and manipulate men 

into giving me their bodies

because mine was worthless anyway.

Anxiety told me that fear brings life to my dead soul

and the attacks should be embraced.

Loneliness never said much; he just lurked in the shadows

occasionally revealing himself to remind me 

that he always follows.

And with each bitter pill and every burning sip 

I became more accustomed to my existence in an abyss

too far into Darkness, I could not return because of my unworthiness

I was a rotten soul, merely an essence of nothingness

a shadow of a long gone spirit, a manifestation of Sin.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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