The Devil's Invitation
- Dream S.S Reed
- May 4
- 1 min read
Updated: May 9
Ooh, the devil wants me bad.
When I cry, I hear him laugh.
He says, “Life here has only kept you sad.
Where is your Gods light when you've lost all to grasp
If to end your pain is all you ask,give to me your breath’s last.Exhale—for a place in my eternal abyss.
Take the risk.It’ll be quick: one trigger pull, a pill a slit.”For relief, it seemed like common sense… or was it just the goat man’s trick?Then his voice hissed like a serpent’s lick:“Here, tears never fall—they singe the skin before they crawl.So burden me. I’ll bear it all.”And there I stood, still unsure,questioning his one-way cure.How much more could I endure?
I know I’ll have these days again.My faith is weak, my hope is thin.So with that thought, I chose my end,and blew my chest’s final wind.
The Devils Invitation is an intimate portrayal of that internal descent—the mental spiral that convinces you that silence, in its most permanent form, might be the only relief. This poem does not aim to glamorize pain, nor judge those who succumb to it. Instead, it aims to give voice to the silent battles many endure and to hold space for the reality that, sometimes, the darkness does feel louder than the hope.
Let this be a tribute to those who kept going. And a memorial for those who couldn’t.