544. O’ Lucifer

You pushed and pushed again…

Over and over and over…*Amen*

You pray, “O’ Lucifer, Smite the Damned!”,

Becoming that with which you command.

You laughed and laughed again…

Over and over and over…*Amen*

This is the hell you’ve fashioned on Earth,

For those such as I, cursed from our birth.

You spit and spit again…

Over and over and over…*Amen*

Those who are living in hell will refuse,

To play along, for they’ll only lose.

You tricked and tricked again…

Over and over and over…*Amen*

It’s not safe as a human in hell…

Surrounded…Shh, there’s nothing to tell.

You struck and struck again…

Over and over and over…*Amen*

There is no trust,…No guardians,…No safety.

Hell is here,

And the demons,…of humanity.

K. Aldaya, 5/30/21

Picture: By Jon Tyson on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/epZp5y3wqcA

509. Torturous

It’s strange how when people know you’re trapped,

They feel emboldened to hurt you more;

Because they feel you can not use,

The emergency exit door.

For if you use it, and run….,

Escape the torture and abuse,

Everyone calls you a coward and cad;

Simply for the exit’s use.

People love to take advantage,…

Of the fact that you are not free,

To leave when it is all too much;

For there’s only one life that can be.

There is not a second chance to live,

Nor a soul to be restored.

People may not stab you to death,

But they’ll shamelessly hand you the sword…

So their shame becomes your own.

K. Aldaya, 1/22/20

Picture: By Engin Akyurt on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/IWK_Ki_bHZQ

416. Why?

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Why is it you love to hurt? To stab, cut, and kill?

Beyond that face would one find more then selfish, stubborn will?

When circumstance and consequence travel hand in hand,

How is it no one seems to ever understand…

The pain inflicted by the hands attached to their own brains?

When thought and intellect collide,…who pulls at the reigns?

Hurt me. I am used to it. I’m sure it brings a thrill.

At least someone should benefit from the joy men seek to kill.

I can not stand to look at you. Your face, and voice, and brain.

I only hope the wounds you give will one day leave their stain.

A mark upon your soul,…crimson: the color of your sins.

I wonder if you could live with the effects of your decisions?

If every pain you inflicted was returned, in kind, to you,

I know you’d be too cowardly to suffer as your victims do.

Why do you hurt others? Why do you make them cry?

Oh, why do people hurt others?

Why…why…why…why…why…why…why?

K. Aldaya, 11/6/17

Gif: Kyunsoo in “I Remember You“; http://kyungso.tumblr.com/post/122322722333