Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
my boyfriends the devil
you grasp my waist while your delvilish hand wrappes around my mind
holding thoughts of loneliness in place
forcing me to think ill never be fine
you dragged your blade across my neck in hopes to keep me forever
this is my plea please dont pull the lever that pries open the gates
you flooded my mind with lust and greed paralyzing my heavanly slate
your tricks made me belivie this was a better place, dont shove me in
i cannot stand to be yours for another moment, no longer yours to showcase
no longer yours to replace your devilish needs, im free.