Bound for Hell
jerry harrenstein11 Jan, 2016 07:04 PM
My sins are many, too many to even know where to begin telling you about my sins. I'm evil, pure evil, as my sins are evil. The lies I've told, along with the items I stole and the people I've rolled, have eroded my soul. This much I know. Lust now fills the hole where once was my soul. Lust even fuels my heart. Many a life have I torn apart, even ended, because of my black heart. Women have screamed while falling to their knees, begging me for a reprieve. Even men cower when I look into their eyes. My whole life has been a lie. Always I was scolded, never extolled. There can never be a fresh start for me, not after all the flesh exacted by me. He knows that as well as I do. He, He whom knows all, is going to let me take a fall. A fall from His grace. There will be no salvation for me. No gates for me to walk through. I'm screwed! I'm bound for Hell and there is nothing I can do. Two wrongs can not make it right, thus my plight. I wait now for my eternal night. One thousand years of light will never be for me, only an eternity in Hell awaits.
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12 Apr, 2016 03:46 PM
I love the passion in the poem and dignity to admitting your own sins
30 Apr, 2016 03:25 AM
Raven, thanks for your understanding.