[so the story about this particular poem is simple, it was during a time where i was super sleep deprived and didnt get much sleep. i remember one night i woke up just mumbling words in my head. so, i jumped in front of a computer and start typing away...so this is what came out.]
Hello Lord, do you hear my songs?
It’s these songs I made for you
Every word is on its own
Like a melody through a storm
Each word is my soul and heart
Chosen like lemon drops
Echoed gun shots wrecked pop
Bled my heart until this world stops
I say it with pride and felt
Slashes of childhood belts
Wounded past of my soul I kept
In these songs I know it’s been felt
I made it for you so listen well
These Demons are listening well
They spoke my words like a spell
I couldn’t tell at first
But my name they called Lucifer
It’s lurking through my brain thoughts
The smell of sulfur
But hello Lord, can you hear my songs?
I know I’ve written wrong
Cause all these could only cause harm
But don’t be alarm, these Demons means no harm
They backlash, slash through my soul
But I fear no pain because I no longer feel no pain
It rains down here, Lord
There are no rainbows afterwards but ashes everywhere
Remember that song of rain drops be falling on my head
Well, that’s what once a dead man said
La-La-Dee-Da-lee-doe
I woke up today singing this song
I knew I had wrote it wrong
It came to me so suddenly
Like a dream that had no dream
It was darken by the Reaper’s creep
Dancing in a lake of fire
Tip-toeing foot steps checking the temperature
It’s getting hot in here, so Demons tore my clothes off
Walked around butt naked ready to skinny dip
Jumped into the lake and I never felt the bottom tip
So I sank…
Sank…
Sank…
Down that fiery pit
