Sunday, June 24, 2012

My Poetry - At Death's Door

This light’s so bright
It hurts my eyes
Makes me wince more than twice
Living in the shadow of the Chosen One’s skies

Nothing I ever do is good enough
Will ever be good enough
Scraping my body to the bone
Trying to get atop this mountain of lies

So perfect, so beautiful he stands
For all to see
While I, the demon hell spawn
Crawl from the murky depths

Judgment bellows from the hypocrite men
The perfect one laughs from an imperfect life
Keeping oneself hidden inside
The secret agenda makes bitter ones cry

Little girl hidden in the alley way
Just wants life back from these black skies
Evil lies penetrate; suffocate
Agitate

Just show your true self
Don’t try to hide
I can see through all your lies
It’s KILLING me to keep them inside

This death so slow
Like a carcass rotting with maggots inside
Trying to petrify, liquefy all the internal organs
The walking dead try to rise

Mummy; Mommy
She does not see your lies
Rose tints fill her eyes
And I’m left here wishing I could die

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:
This poem is about hypocrisy and lies.

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