A poem I wrote about the good in me vs the bad in me, and recovery of drugs through AA.
Devil may cry, god does not lie
Fuck this demon, there is no try
I have to choose, live or die
Shut down my heart, push you away
Live for tomorrow, die for today
Pop some red pain, struggle to stay sane
Shoot some white powder, lost my moral fiber
Sniff some anything, keep my life in sin
The joy to cry, my fear to die
Love you today, for come tomorrow I’ll wash you away
Fresh inhale of nicotine, for cancer is a dream
Smile to your face, in my head I spit on your face
The only guarantee, right now I’m not fit for me
Drugs are not my choice, they are a way to be free
Free in this desperate cage, my only reality
The drugs are losing power, they make me cower
No matter what I do I’m a puppet to me and you
My will is fading, life degrading
Your life is grand, god help me stand
My perception is warped, sanity corked
I’m a tickin mind bomb, today my name is con
God can keep my sane, the devil enjoys my pain
You stab me in the heart, I stab you in the back
This is what I would do, if I was on crack
But not today, maybe tomorrow
For now, let me sit in my sorrow
Life is a game, nobody wins everybody dies
Sit on my mental fortress, which is made of lies
I can’t see your soul, I claim to see god
I can hear you talk, I can fake a nod
Voices in my head are louder, plus they get me powder
Get out of my mind, help some fucked up guy
My only absolute answer, to help me not die
Try to relate, our lives are at stake
Build a foundation, push through irritation
Ive heard of this light, I’m stuck in the dark
I just want to use, fall asleep in a park
I look at a bum, it’s so fucking dumb
How east I stop, and envy this bum
Look down at the ground, admire a rig
Now my brain starts to do a thought provoked jig
That’s all it takes to turn me around
Do whatever I want, to keep me down
A twinge in my heart, a new feeling to be
It seems to be guilt, at least whats been said to me
Theres a fix or a cure, both to endure
One is hard one is easy, can I stay greasy
Of course I can, devil promises gain
Fuck what you think I enjoy the pain
The devil has won, god whispers my name
More fucking guilt, fix me a drink, what a shame
Get on my knees, begin to pray
God still loves me, he keeps me at bay
Nothing and everything to lose, time for AA
They say I’m forgiven, let it be true
I’m no longer here for me, I’m here to hear you
I can help you, you can help me
With the power of faith, we have everything to see
We both have sinned, lied to our kin
But together, we can hold hands and win
God is confusing but holds the key to my plan
I have no solution, I have never been a man
There is only one thing that keeps me in my head
I’m only as sick as my secrets
Faith without works is dead
Fuck this demon there is no try
I have to choose, live or die
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