Soul rapture
Lips are chained shut while the beautiful eyes continually cry. Just by looking into them beautiful eyes you can see the mind. The mind fills it's self with so much darkness it starts to die. The darkness spreads to the heart like a plague. The heart beg for the darkness to go and come no more.
The darkness laughs at the frightened heart. The darkness opened its mouth to let his sharp teeth show then without saying another word the darkness devours the heart then made its way to the soul.
Now I'm sitting here in this dark room with my pain and anger filling the room with its light. It's anger here n pain there, I try to look for my happiness so it can banish this evil suicidal thoughts from my sight. But sadly that sweet precious light of joy is no where near to protect me from the sin I'm about to commit.
I look down at the gun thinking to myself is this the right thing to do. I hear a voice on the right side of me say yes child this is what you must do. I look up and a figure hiding in the shadows that is pretty and thick but the attitude is twisted and sick. I got scared and asked who are you.
The figure came from the shadows and said don't worry my child because I'm you. I sat and yelled in disbelief this can not even be, I'm sitting here talking to the evil in me. The figure said yes sweet daughter of mine this is true you are talking to the evil in you.
I'm here to tell you that you must do what you are planning to do , because my sweet Angel your time here is through. You see here in this room you have nothing but pain and sorrow. Truth is with all of this that's in your heart you won't even make it to see tomorrow. I sat there and cried because the evil in me was true. I knew my life and time here was through.
I picked up the gun and put it to my chest. Dear, God forgive me, but you have another soul that is going to be in the sky. After saying my prayers I put the gun to my chest. I look up to the evil in me and asked what has become of me. She put on a wicked but comforting smile.
Then she say don't worry my child about that just go ahead and pull the trigger and feel your soul be free at last. Free from the pain and heartache. I smile at the thought of being free, because truth is no one needs me. I took a long sigh and counted to three. Then I pulled the trigger. BOOM! I done laid my self to rest. Now the only memory left of me is this bullet that's in my chest.
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