Let me call this my home
Take a trip to the house of the hollow painIn a lonely crowded place
Surrounded by the emptiness
Guided by the darkness
And a feeling of dreadful cold
Uninhabited for the eyes of the living
But is where the Satan dwells
Here lies my soul
I come around here to please
The hatred for the world I know
Selling myself to the name
A sign for eternity
For the way out of this unknown
And then the leaves start to fall
The blowing wind crawls around my neck
And I walk through the pavement
And knock upon his door
"Is Satan home?
I need to meet him
Will you tell him I'm lost?
I'm here to surrender
With the deal
Let me call this my home"
Rise of the shadow from the throne
I fit in with my crawl the hole in my soul
I lay down and close my eyes
A call on my name
I choke
I'm finally home
Poetry by Manish Pokharel
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Written on 2019-03-18 at 08:22
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