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Love, you

This is a poem about sin, death and rebirth

By BlairPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 2 min read
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Love, you
Photo by Andy Li on Unsplash

In the devil's name you pray

You don't say his name in vain

For your life has turned cold and grey

So you accept his burning flames

And turn to his faith

Turn to his face

And see through sin that you've been a disgrace

The devil doesn't love you

You've turned too many precious preachings away

You've been stuck to decay for your days

But now you can rest in prayer as you lay

Hear the heartbeat deep in your grave

Reach for red skies in attempts to be saved

You hear the bells summoning below

And you can't help but be pulled to go

Others hum and sing and chant

"Oh here and there we'll roam everywhere,

Preaching death through scribe,

Whispering hate in the air."

You and all know what you are here for

And all step through the door

Surpass your pain and blind the gore

Ghostly life surrounds and it's all too much

Oh please no more

That heartbeat that drummed has dropped through the floor

Back to grey

What a sight you see

Visions a bore

Now you've forget who to be

Now all life's decisions have you trapped in a mirror maze

You hate your eyes

A phase of life here

Another there

At every turn

Reflected and relayed

Shows how much time has been wasted

You've wasted precious days

For another mirror reflects

How a fallen knight could stare at himself for days

Through lives he has telephased

Now without armour

No sword or shield

Just light rays

And a decaying face

Emitting euphoric highs you hope stay

But a spotlight too bright and your eyes turn to another stage

In seperation you come true

Looked past the yous

That ran cluelessly through melodical rooms

Seeing his own disgrace in the faces of tunes

Re-purposed

Re-built

Re-dawned

Laughed upon

Cried upon

Ready to conquer with sword in hand

Until there is no more life to be gone

You can live on distant land

Build a fortress

Of love and towering castles standing grand

Without feelings of worthlessness

Our separate ways we sway

Don't push me away

Love,

You

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