Wandering Soul
I'm weak and weary, but aware of my despiteHere in hell, there is no light
Screams of pain and suffering rattle my ears
For in hell, I cannot shed a tear
The weakness inside intensifies with every breath
Praying I will get swept away with death
My angel, still hasn't shown her faithful face
My energy, my faith I musn't waste
Not to pray or hope all to quickly
My soul is now deathly sick
I fear the devil may soon realize I'm at his gates
For now I cannot control my shakes
My wings have become tainted with blood
My body slowly getting in-gulped in mud
Hope is slowly dying, will I ever be saved?
I must have failed in life, for my path to hell has been paved
God knows my prayers, pain and sorrow
So hopefully you will come tomorrow
I fall to my knees and I'm about to give in
You have now shown up to forgive all of my sins
To take me away from the pits of hell
For my soul, god didn’t want me to sell
He sent you to bring my soul home
For now, I never have to roam
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