In the silence
where screams are made
I stand
With knife in my hand...
In the next moment
I stab...
And it's weird,
because I don't feel any joy
It's not satisfying
I cannot enjoy
What I'm doing
My thoughts slowly
overcome my whole body
I can't control them anymore
I don't even want to
Honestly...
I surrender
Let my inner devil win
I'm waiting for the sin
With an evil smile on my face
I lost the battle
Against the sinner
Inside me.
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Comments (10)
This is intense. Really, really well done.
Disturbingly powerful
So cool!!
So poignant and emotional. Hope you're okay 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
I love the intensity of this one!
Yikes, the inner sinner is winning? Nah, good triumphs. 😘🫶🏻
Bold and powerful!!!💕❤️❤️
Even so-called saints began as sinners : )
Super powerful piece! Loved this.
Wow you have immersed into the inner feelings! I am happy to comment on this poem as the first.