Photography

 Sin in my Hair

Sin in my hair

Exorcism (1991)

 

My body shakes

My nerves are shattered

My brain is battered

Sickening and dying

I worked and paid

Nobody could see my pain

Or hear my screams,

in the basement suite

My prison window,

my grey walls

locked in for I was the

demon child

Priest visited me and tried to 

lay-on hands

'cept he was the devil and I was the damned

I ran and they confirmed my passage to hell

As I arrived at my cemetery sanctuary

'Cause the dead don't judge

They've already met their fate

They looked upon me and smiled

I was crying my tears too late

© 2019 by Zoe Van-de-Velde

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