Out Of Salvations Grasp Poem by Aiden Francois

You can feel the silence.
Taste the darkness of your own mind
“Jesus help me…” you call out.
“I’ve gone too far.”
You’re past the pretense of salvation.

You’ve reached the point where any voice sounds like redemption.
Even the gravelly lustful voice of the fallen angel
He’s always sung the sweetest song to lost ears.
Suddenly you hear the melody
An offer to buy a soul, sell a soul, become a void consumed by greed and evil.
Dark whispers of broken promises.
It’s all your lost soul can take.
Just knowing someone will hold onto you.

Propositions.
Sexual fantasies.
Death and murder.
Murmurs of immortality.
Come.
You don’t hesitate to follow the call.

Step into the darkness, into a new hellish life of depravity and sinful decadence
Step into a life where forgiveness isn’t necessary and the only thing needing to be saved is the prey ensnared in the web.
The prey you’ve so readily become.
Not that you realize it.

Not until the fires lick at your heels and you hear the screams of the damned.
Those who, just as you have, answered the voice.
Those who thought the light was gone when all they had to do was open their eyes.
You’ve become one of them without a second thought.
What you thought was hell before is nothing compared to this.