Afterlife
Broken up, deep inside.
Like a shattered mirror,
the shards stabing into my heart.
Broken,
into tiny pieces.
Deep,
within my soul.
I see the eyes that did this to me,
I see the face that haunts my dreams,
I see the body that taunts my fanatsies.
Broken,
so deeply inside.
I hold the gun that will end this nightmare,
I hold the hand that will guide me to the better life,
I hold the trigger that will start it.
Broken,
so badly.
Deep,
within my heart.
I watch the golden gates open,
I watch the sunny gleams of light beacon me forward,
I watch as the men with wings walk me through.
Broken down,
to nothing but dirt to step on,
I struggle against the darkness that holds me,
I struggle as it pulls me down,
I struggle as it keeps me prisoner.
Broken up,
deep inside.
I sense the evil so near,
I sense it as the evil draws me in,
I sense myself yearning to become something cold.
Broken,
and Dead.
I fight against that yearning,
I fight it to win,
I fight it to only lose.
The Devil has won again.
Like a shattered mirror,
the shards stabing into my heart.
Broken,
into tiny pieces.
Deep,
within my soul.
I see the eyes that did this to me,
I see the face that haunts my dreams,
I see the body that taunts my fanatsies.
Broken,
so deeply inside.
I hold the gun that will end this nightmare,
I hold the hand that will guide me to the better life,
I hold the trigger that will start it.
Broken,
so badly.
Deep,
within my heart.
I watch the golden gates open,
I watch the sunny gleams of light beacon me forward,
I watch as the men with wings walk me through.
Broken down,
to nothing but dirt to step on,
I struggle against the darkness that holds me,
I struggle as it pulls me down,
I struggle as it keeps me prisoner.
Broken up,
deep inside.
I sense the evil so near,
I sense it as the evil draws me in,
I sense myself yearning to become something cold.
Broken,
and Dead.
I fight against that yearning,
I fight it to win,
I fight it to only lose.
The Devil has won again.
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This is about a person who commits suicide because obviously they feel as if their life is useless. Their boy/girlfriend tore them apart and they couldn't take it anymore. But once s/he gets to heaven, the Devil drags them to hell. So in this poem I am basically stating that the afterlife may not be any different than this life.