Useless Poem by Joseph Ivie

My heart strings are tangled
my motions are mangled
I try to get up
but unless you can find that angel
I'm doomed to this for eternity
there is a temporary fix
but what a waste
when in the end it rips you apart
and shoved stakes in your face
I rather you burn me with acid
kiss my wounds with knifes
then have this unearthly punishment
hurt me deep inside
this is how the devil wants it
soon I will surely die