The Devil(Part 2)

Please read The Devil(Part 1) first before this.

 

Nobody hides pain better than

a man

that’s trying to do right.

Now, here I am

indirectly explaining

the pain

that harasses me

mentally and spiritually

which causes me

to overeat everything

that’s unhealthy.

When people read my dark

poetry

they usually ask

“What’s bothering you?”

I reply nothing.

I wish that was the truth

but the more I do right,

the more I lie.

The more I try to be outgoing,

the more I hide.

I fear what I don’t understand.

Why is so hard being a man?

Being a child was hard,

so being an adult in today’s generation

is mission impossible.

Is psychological integration

possible?

I found millions of demons

in my body

but I can’t personify them.

They have me condemned

to a life sentence of imprisonment.

Trying to remain strong

but my patience wearing weak.

The evil possessed in me

is unique.

What I learned is what feels like heaven

is really defined as demon.

It uses pretty looks as a form of sedation.

The fallen angels placed me on suicide watch.

They forcing me to stay alive which forces

my confidence to drop.

Is it better to rest in peace or to be alive being agonized?

I’ve heard that emotions are incredible gifts

that we have to let us know

what we are thinking.

So is this true for all the inmates serving a life sentence?

What is incredible about emotions?

What is a gift?

A present, a materialistic item inside a gifted wrapped box where an emotion hides.

But emotions don’t have an return policy.

This is a complex process and I don’t have the skill to deal with negative feelings.

Why do I feel so negative about today’s generation?

Vaginas stretching wide open easier to access.

Marriage became harder to request.

This is today’s world and we have no choice but to accept

thanks to the precious gift of an emotion.

The pleasure of something becomes so much of an addiction,

it’s blinds the morals of the righteous,

and the pleasure of doing something negative,

like smoking, drinking, gambling, sex, robbing, is the god we worship

but this is just finding happiness in wrong places.

When we listen to our emotions, we won’t always make the right choices.

We listen to those voices.

The voice that speaks in your mind to play a hoax on you

so you don’t use logic.

A temporary fix can lead to a lifetime of guilt and this kills

like weed killer in a vegetable garden.

As life on earth ages, it as well hardens the lives of humans.

Technology, Music, Television, is different in each generation.

Is change always a good thing?

When a change in your life occur

is that God’s blessing

or did the devil grabbed your face and took a swing?

I am a man in the clouds of heaven trying to fly with one broken wing.

Man I wish everything written in this poem was a dream.

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