Storms are churnning.
Hearts are breaking from chains.
Souls realise their purpose.
No demon can stop me.
Satan may try with all his might,
But I will not sway.
I have many weapons at hand.
Weapons he uses on me.
A dagger-for my enemies
A gun- for the self hate
A stone- for my insecurities
A black hole- for my depression.
And so with these weapons, I use them
Against the Devil Himself.
I stab-
Showing him my friends and dear family that care for me.
I shoot-
Showing that I am strong.
That I am getting stronger.
I throw-
Because my imperfections are unique and perfect in their own way
And I devour-
Showing him my good memories
That I may remember and with many more to come,
Have hunger for them.
N o b o d y. C a n. S t o p. M e.
Comments