The Devil Has Me In His Grasp Poem by Luna Moon

The Devil Has Me In His Grasp



I feel myself slipping into old habits again,
My heart seems to yearn for what my mind knows can't be.
Dazed and confused,
I'm tired of arguing with myself.
Feeling the weeks slither by like a buttered-up snake.

The Devil is surely tempting me again,
And my Gaurdian Angel can't fight for much longer.
She's defended me,
And tried to keep my safe.
But the demon still crept into my soul nonetheless.

He's eating through me I know it,
I can feel his breath inside my throat.
I speak the Devil,
And hear the Devil,
And all I see is his heart where mine was.

My Angel is dead,
Her wings torn and unmeandable.
As my body turns black from the monster's soul.
I'm aware my old habits have taken me again,
The Devil has me in his grasp.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tiffany Channell 14 November 2009

Great write. A word of advice though..Give yourself to God. He can take it all away. I've been there. God Bless Tiffany

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