Tuesday, August 9

Made out to be the villain for so long I’ve grown horns

I treat everyone fair

But they don’t care

About me

Only them

Only their heart

Not mine

Which grows 

Darker

Day by day

Searching for another

To replace it

Its black vile

Like an infected

Coat of armour 

Covering the red

The pink love

Which is rapidly turning 

Black

No light can 

Enter 

No light ever will

Closed off 

Forever.

It’s safer that way.

If no one wants 

Heaven

Then they must 

Be faced with Hell

Met not with 

Fire

But with darkness

A Hellhole

Of Silence

A chasm of 

Emptiness 

A forgotten city 

Evacuated because

It was 

Destroyed

Lead us not into temptation

But deliver us from evil

The evil

That was never there

The temptation

That was explored

By others

While the innocent

Are punished

Are isolated

Not even with themselves

As the tempted have taken that too

Emptiness

Is the only thing

That can fill the chasm

And it fills it greatly

Blocking everything else

That could bring 

Light

Like an armed guard

Sword unsheathed 

Ready to swing.

A false sense of

Security 

Guarded by Hate

Not love

Not trust 

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