This is a fictional Write and the ending is a metaphor yet it is probably offensive or could be offensive. But this is fictional.
Why oh why should I even have a heart?
It pains me when I want to feel
Bringing me to hopelessness
Making me weak and pathetic
And ugly within
As I stand here on the brink of morbid enslavement
Bound me darkness
I am yours for the taking
The light I have forsaken
As I invoke a torturous dwelling
Clouding this mind with oblivion’s embrace
Spitting on the grave of grace
All love is a disgrace
Divinity is nothing but a game
For those to play again and again
In a game of heavenly roulette
I die for my own sins
The cross is my burden alone
Blasphemed to a grotesque abomination
On the brink of suicidal intuition
Oh, My heart
Is the hell they scare us into believing
I am the Satan of it’s bearing
Seething with these spirits within
Haunting me with incoherence
Darkness, My own awakening
Oh, How the light burns these eyes
Coldness creeping within
This black cancerous soul demised
Hatred is my eternal soothing
Death is my eternal lusting
Draped in my own evil I trust
Watching the Demons dwell within my mind
The pentagram is mine
Satan is my design
My weapon is fear
To those who shall become my slaves
Welcome to my 666th coming
Love, How does it feel on your face?
Written By,
Raven Rage Nightly
5/18/11
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