Fallen Angel
They are coming.
I can hear them.
They won't stop singing
they are taking control
of my conscious.
they are making me
rip my self apart
they are toying me.
She kissed me.
from the moment
her lips lustfully
came in contact with mine
I fell into an Internal torchering abis.
the void.
forever falling.
they are getting louder.
they are chanting the words
in a melodic fashion
Join us
You are the one.
The CHOSEN one.
WE ADORE YOU.
Get them out!
they are crawling in my ears
Screaming that
hepatizing chant.
Then it suddenly stopped.
Then I find my self
sitting up from my bed.
Confused.
I had a knife in my palm
I was gripping it.
like it was my dead life.
natural dark knuckles
turned white.
my other hand was on the wall
next to the carved message
that my blade scraped.
it said:
He is coming.
He is coming.
Breath.
A breath so sharp it
could pierce a soul as
hard and black as mine.
The devil was sitting in a
chair. handcuffed
and with a hateful look
said:
Free me, I am your servant.
I will serve you, master.
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Rosei Relic
My real name is Cameron Dubois. I Was born in Detroit Michigan. I started out in a bad household. my dad was white and he is in jail. my mom is black and she was 15 when she had me. My mom could not take care of me so she took me to the foster home. In the foster home, they brutality abused me. that is part of the reason why my poetry is so hard and dark. But I was adopted in a very nice family so I'm alright.
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