Fatalist--------DevilsRoad------------

(This poem was inspired by a friend who is going through a tough time)

I walk amongst masked men.
I breathe in the polluted air like the smiling child.
I watch you flinch when you say "Amen."
And I think Hell isn't hot, but simply mild.

Suicide is to believe everything
You whisper into my heart.
Sorcery is to let you build a birdhouse
Out of my soul, to sell.
Speak of no Angels.
They don't play the central part.
And seal your lips...
Heaven is only a rumor you like to dispel.

For Whom the Bell Tolls---
I'm not sure.
But I know amidst the flowers, trees, and grassy knolls,
That you surely aren't pure.
But there is no need
To hide your face from the Day.
For I know you're out there,
Waiting to snatch me when I fall.
I only walk aimlessly,
Hoping Fate shields me from your harmful way.
But where from Evil can one Hide?
Evil has so much gall.

Does Evil come for us all?

But I'm over it. It's over. I'm a lost soul;
One of the tiny grands of the shore that is hopeless to try and save.
Without me, your new plan for Everlasting Life is still whole.
So just leave me here, alone, tossing in my salted grave.

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