Reality

by Turbulent-Flame

In the world of smiles, laughter, and friendship comes the Devil and his horror. It's about more than just murder, crime, and rape but about the way our ACTUAL world is, behind its mask. The poem is a response to a song called, "Dancing with the Devil".

Girl's Perspective to Dancing with the Devil

I walked through the dark,

The stars in the sky,

I felt someone grab me,

I started to cry.

He grabbed me by the hair

There were tears on my face

When I saw he had a friend,

I prayed for grace.

To a hotel lobby where I was pushed through

Smacked in the face, my eyes bruised blue

Blood on the ground, scared to make a sound,

I glanced for a phone, but I was thrown down.

Bruised, and raped

Tried to hold my faith,

I tried to scream for help,

Tried to move to escape.

But instead I saw 4 knuckles fly,

I kept it in my head saying,

"Why God why".

The tears turn to blood,

The skin starts to die,

My heart was racing fast,

I thought this was goodbye.

There was no clock, but time was ticking,

Before my life ended the dried blood was sticking.

I saw them pull the knife, I felt very sickened.

Stab 1, stab 2, stab 3, stab 4,

I begged for them to kill me and do no more.

One came from behind to pull his trigger,

In my head I thought "Of damn go figure".

And all of a sudden everything became black,

If my heart ain't beating,

That means it sank.