When You Let the Devil Win

 

In the midnight hour you lay bed

Waiting for the moment to turn red

Suddenly you see him there

knowing that you feel dispair

You take his hand and when

You look down, you see the blood red

Wedding gown.

 

You sit there like a doll of cloth

As he twirls you round and round.

Every step burns your feet,

Every touch peirces skin and makes

You bleed.

 

Round and round the room will spin

Each wall bearing every sin.

You cry as your make up runs,

Making black streaks on once pail skin.

Finally he turns to you and says,

"This is what happeneds when you let the devil win."

 

  Oh man! I logged on to my old Quizilla account (yea, that site that you found your fanfics on before you discovered AFF) and found some of my old work on there. My last update was from 2011! I remember this poem being one of the ones I was most proud of.

 

  I also realized that I was one depressed, dark, lonely kid. But it was only on the inside. I never really showed this stuff to a lot of people,I had even started a story called Yasha's Gates. Had you read that story, you would have thought I had something mentally wrong with me. XD but I see now how ridiculous it was to act that way haha