Stop.
I feel your eyes
Unseen
Watching
Weighing
Measuring
I hear the scratching of your pen
As you record everything
Inside of me
Invading everything
My darkest secrets
The horrors of my soul
Open for the heavens to see
The shame of what I know
To be in that book...
There are no words to
Express my horror, my
Anger
It shames me to the core
Leave me alone
I hate knowing there is
One who supercedes
All
It isn't fair,
It isn't right
I am filled with
Paralyzing horror
Knowing my soul is
Invaded
Every second
Every minute
Every hour
Every day.
I hear you laugh
As you watch me when
I am by myself
Knowing all of me is
Written
I wish the flames to
Consume me
To take the book of my soul
And burn us both
Out of existence.
The one who laughs
ReplyDeleteIsn't God
The one who laughs
Is a facaud
Satan doesn't want
Your happiness
He only wants
Blindness
The angels write
For memory
Of good things
And of growth
The bad is written
So we can change
But you forget
Christ erases
He erases your name
And puts His own
So all the horror
And fear and hate
Can be erased
With His name
So if your book
At the end of life
Has your anger
Hate and malice
It is not the fault
Of God or angels
But of the ones
Who write the book
Ourselves.