Ronald Clark

Rookie (2/06/91 / Connecticut)

'Needed Confession' - Poem by Ronald Clark

Openly say what I don't want to hear
Bend my fingers back
The light to show me the way
Has burnt out long ago
Flies in my ears
Can't hear what you say
I didn't want it this way
Kiss the devil, on the forhead
Burn my eyes
To see that your soul
Goes to heaven
Im sorry for this epedemic
That has ruined our lives
But I cant say I didn't enjoy
Watching you suffer
For that liitle time that has passed
As I have pained so much more
My skin melts of
From the flame of hell
That has reached me
From my actions I have known
That it would come
For me, with no way to escape
But was it worth it
So your sins would be forgiven
And you would go to heaven
And me to hell
Watch your step
As you cross this abiss
That I have fallen in
Let me build a bridge
For it is only fair
That I had pleasure in seeing you suffer
But I will help you still

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, January 24, 2011

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