Poetry screaming into the void until it screams back

[UndeadTyrant]

A collection of poetry I've written, as the inspiration to write and/or share strikes me.
Themes include: healing from trauma, religion, relationships, fear, revolution, and hope.
Reader discretion advised for some poetry.​

 

[UndeadTyrant]

"Wicked"

God, there's something wicked inside of me.

It writhes like a snake
and waits in silent zeal
for any lost soul
to step on its rattle.

I've tried church and therapy
and confiding in friends,
but it stays, it stays, it stays.
Where will I go?

God, there's something wicked inside of me.

The decadence of my
very own self-destruction
quiets it just long enough
to convince me I've held it at bay.

But now the serpent speaks back
and tempts me with gifts
none have provided before.
It is permission to simply be.

God, there's something wicked inside of me.​