Dark Poetry I

A very long road filled with narrow jagged edges
turmoil and torture ave.
so I roll my eyes in senseless defiance
my soul fought while the self laughed on
why this happens all the time
I know not.

She woke up today
sniffing his soul off her pillow
but outstretched arms received only cold
he was nowhere near reason

It was the umpteenth time
but who’s counting?
their souls scream for redemption
but who’s judging?
save our souls from this burning furnace
don’t be fooled young blood,
it is not a prayer

Your soul needs saving
but not from a soothsayer.

Merije

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