Stanley Oguh

Rookie - 318 Points (06-06-1992 / Lagos, nigeria)

The Man In The Mirror - Poem by Stanley Oguh

Fires ablaze within his abated eyes,
A smile concealing all his lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate shout.
Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
a vehemet covet to end his pain,
This silver blade stays by his side,
Because all hope inside has died.
As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The Devil toys with all his flaws,
helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child he must address.
I'm tempted when he calls his name,
A way out, an escape an end to shame,
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the Devil, in blood he must seal.
They'll say he died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they've lied,
It wasn't a rope, a blade or pills,
That broke his soul and gave him chills.
He died inside to long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.
In darkness he wait, in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around him has grown.
He beckon the Devil with the key of self-harm,
And I open the door for him with the blood of my arm.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013

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