--By junior L.
A peace, or perhaps the idea of peace,
Falling through the innermost of my agony,
Voices from the angels screeching,
Screeching at me to shatter my darkness,
I had enveloped myself with the waves of my softened heart,
A kiss was his demand as he descends into the piety of Hell,
There he found his only friend,
Hoping he was no longer blind to foresee the prophecy of his lifetime,
That said friend abandoned him at the epitome of his visions,
" Darkness I saw, Darkness was all I saw. "
And displeasingly he asked for the light,
Paying no mind to his blindness,
Then, how will you see my love?
My dread laugh,
My eerie smile,
The way my hands trembles at the touch of your vigorousness,
Well then, Perhaps It was indeed just an idea,
I had just enough time to witness his macabre heart,
Feeble, and missing light,
Cold to the touch,
Fiery lust,
And last,
He begged nonstop,
" Please no more, take away my darkness, Shatter it to pieces. "
" Your wish is my command. "
Replied the devil.
For once, I had almost thought the devil would appreciate the light,
Will the shattered pieces be remembered?
Is a life without darkness possible?
Shattered darkness indeed,
In my soul that is.
Namaste.
Amen.