I drank the poison
I sit quietly as storms brew around me
Damn dark clouds spinning wondering…………………could it be worse?
Lately I’m Reducing myself to a child like statements “I never asked to be born!” God.
Cloudy day you will not catch me vulnerable off guard
Depression is my muse
So in my craziness let me lay and in your mouth of madness pray
Quit toying with me finish me this day already or release me
I need philosophical conversation less hesitation
How about it is what it is, instead of trying to make it something that it isn’t
The worse that can happen is the worse.
Moods mixed dripping from a rusty faucet or are the bowels of despair and hopeless abandonment. Eating away at your core? Wanting to feel this way no more
If you entered into a relationship today with the knowledge of knowing it will come to an end, would you engage and interact within and with that relationship? Define relationship… It’s myriads to scrutinize. Is the notion of such cause for suicide? Control? What of these….relationships. You’re living one now. It’s a relationship based with you and life. The other people are just the variables.
What do the people who are worse off do?
You often here it could be worse …. Well what of those that are locked away in a murderers cage……. What do they think ? It could be worse? I’m gonna die? So truly what is worse?
I will not concern myself with what I’m no longer concerned with. Yet I do. Contradict indeed. I’ll grab your hand to lead the way to have concern for you its in my DNA.
It’s all of what God wants what if I do otherwise will I be quickly be condemned thrown to purgatory? No I’ve made the bed it’s my consequence nothing more.
Lazy thoughts cloud conclusions unknown to basic rationalization Algorithm calculation
Over processed, infected by a virus. You are my virus, no cure in sight.
Seeds you planted are now overgrown weeds in my mind
Trimming them only makes them grow~
Bumpy potholes all over the road
Don’t make me your mission don’t be a mortar for me. Opposition. Save me.
Cloudy day you will not catch me vulnerable off guard
I awake to………..An instant acute awareness of all things, sharpened senses that if not properly used self destruct
I concealed my soiled hands behind my back, somewhere along the line I must have gone off track
I see the end…. Look don’t you… I forget your vision is clouded, and I’m filtering differently too. Lacking true vision that’s you
Like bad news of a death you speak of things you know not of, You hurt, is that all you know? Could be worse.
Unknown visitation trying you prepare. What exactly are you preparing for? Always be ready, You are you be you. It could be worse.
You loved and lost. But greater love is he who carries the Lord in their heart. Love never loses.
It could be worse
Skeletons with rotting flesh cling A pool of blood maps out the trail Stench of death fumes raise high many try running as many die, guess it could be worse~
I’m sick of awaking in a fog. God would you sit awhile let me hear your thunderous heavenly voice say it’s all okay including the fog and the occasional fire.
Tell me how long will we grovel at the feet of wealth and power How long will we bow to their golden calf.
How long will we curtsey to all the new religions? They water down truth until truth will be no more.
The awkward moment I see your mind is sick too, you only mimic society so they never knew, hypocrite~
Did God know bout you’re dyin day that it be of your own hand or his that has its way?
I feel so completely incomplete Take my hands stretch them out nail me to the cross then nail the cross to my feet Damn Martyr~
Laid upon the tall green grass my mind laid in textiles like tapestry in my head. Dampened thoughts moist with residue of complex philosophy and skewed intent wondering where the hell my life went in a different path, I feel alike lot Sylvia Plath~
There is steam on the window with writing on the glass….. But the words are blurry, I’m rushed in a hurry………. But to where I’m hurried too I know not. What does it say? Hurry……ok but where?
In this corner you think I’m in, your talons about to sink in I feel your claws grasping my skin… About to fly away with your prize your meal that has eyes.
Remember now I’m never how you envisioned maybe it be best you rethink your decision
Clearly I might snap and sting causing extreme collision.
I’m the benefits fully loaded equipt but without warranty yet still a guarantee.
The further back I step more space allowed between
I feel you less
Like a dog
I allowed you
To kick me
To my vomit
Then I had enough snapped and said the end~
Flesh hanging from my mouth….,..Carries the pieces you took from me raw and intact with my words my mouth alone. Your loss.
Herald bringer state the case close it well. Once told no more to tell. Usurper~
Sand storms blind suffocate Quick sand sucks you in like hate… Oh precious longing fate
Flares up as flames ignite, you sink into the quick sand you lost all control.
Figured you might~
Ensue the fight~
Problem is neither is right~
Truth be told I want what I want
Needs not the same, I’m over all childish games,
I don’t listen therefore I get hurt, pouring more pain in my heart
Still I hope somehow deep inside we never part, that God will allow for us a start….
Suppose we Will see…
What could be worse
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