Satan Spawn

A little devil

With devilish thoughts

A horrible voice

Whenever it talks



It gives you bad luck

It ruins your life

Drives some to go

And pick up a knife



We all have our own Spawn

When we're mad or depressed

I feel mine is getting to angry

And needs to stop and rest



But it's out of control

Depressiveness overloading

Suicidal thoughts going overboard

And he dosn't even know if it's showing

Author's Notes/Comments: 

  We all have our own Satan spawn put with us that will ruin all of our lives one day.

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The Other/EB's picture

good poem

kass's picture

a great metaphor i love it so much...and its true extreamly true