Blurbs about sadness and insecurity because even the devil has depression.
CynicalSatanWrites
cut, shuffle, fold
stand, hit, ante up
we play these games
and lose ourselves
in the dealing of the cards
raise, split, bust
the game goes on and on
until we exhaust all that we have

there’s a jealousy that’s eating me up
a violent green entity that consumes me
as i watch others smile and laugh
and enjoy happiness that i can’t
as i read poems and stories of love
and know that i am not wanted in the same way
as i see people live
and remain in a limbo that will carry me to my grave

stop staring at my eyes
i feel like my soul is being bared
as it’s laid before your burning glare
your fixation will be my demise
my bones will turn to dust
as your gaze burns with your trust

Be my light
Guide me out of the darkness that is my mind
And hush the whispers and murmurs of my fears
Stay with me
Hold my hand
And never let go

The silence between us is a void that consumes all
The unspoken words that are trapped in my mouth
The pleas that die on my lips
The screams that are caught in my throat
All are lost to the soundless abyss
Leaving only my deafening thoughts
To echo around my head

I hate blank pages.
Their white blanks seem to leer at me
As if they are mocking me
For being unable to form a coherent thought
That can adorn their lines.
I want to fill them up
Even if with only gibberish
So I can be judged no more.

I’ve been told to make something of myself
But I know
The only thing I’ll make
Is a mess

I’m afraid of falling.
Not off of a cliff
Or a ledge
But into a bottomless pit.
I’m scared that I’ve found one
Inside of myself
And if I take one step forward
I’ll keep falling
And falling
And falling
And I’ll never stop
