I walked through the world innocent, naïve
Too small to know evil and too new to see
Until I entered hell by chance
No fault, no blame, but mere circumstance
Then devils held my eyes agape
To show me the horrid and depraved
And I found I could no longer hide
From pain or anger, guilt or pride
Instead I was left to bathe in that torment
And let my body soak until dormant
My spirit urges me to fight
And run from my gratuitous plight
I kick and scream, I beg and run
But devils care not for the innocent ones
My soul is seared by claws and fire
Still I find respite amongst the pyre
For I found an angel in the midst of hell
Pure and pretty and hiding well
And if I could I’d catch her eye
Hold her close and out we’d fly
But I know I’d just give her away
To the ghouls and sinners she keeps at bay
If only I could be like she
And evade the grasps of the sharp banshee
Instead I bleed onto hot brimstone
And scream for no one’s ears but my own
I long to feel the angel’s wings
But I am not a saint nor king
I duck my head and take the pain
If she stays safe it’s not in vain
I’ll drown in fire till my last death knell
For I found an angel in the midst of hell
About the Creator
Sarah Rhoden
Writing about anything and everything (from the perspective of a mentally ill, probably autistic, nonbinary, pansexual nerd)
25 she/they
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