Misspent youth
Mastering the art of destroying
everything in sight
Don't scream my name
Don't let the Devil know I'm here
Shut off the lights
Hide the bedraggled sepia
memories of a better time
Darken the thoughts of the
moments we smiled
Don't let the Devil know I'm here
The shattered remains of lucidity
Lie bleeding at my feet
And a splintered life drawing
the concluding breath
Is all I hear in this terrible silence
A soul sold to the Devil
For a greater class of misery
All the riches in the world
Can't settle the debts of a
Glutton's mistake
And the Potency of Failure
Is acid in these wounds.
Author notes
Well, first piece in nearly a year...just seeing if I've still got it.
This is about selling out to Satan for power, failing to be a good person and the price paid for greed.
Written September 11th, 2006
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powerful write! i admire good usage of the word 'glutton'
'greater class of misery' is an excellent phrase and is actually inspiration in itself.
good writing
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Yes, You've got it. Regretting how we have chosen to live for greed or fame. Material things have such an importancy in our lives. It is so sad what we choose to sell off.
EXCELLENT poem and beautifully written
BRAVO
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Jeri -
did you get a receipt for the soul sold to the devil a good piece. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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it's very good.....
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