Iterations of losing my eternal fight
Setting my self up for the last time
Internal clock repeats this last shot
Syringe provoking me to create blood spots
The reminiscence of consequences dissipates
An emotional evaluation of my heartache dissociates
Slicing into suicidal fears as the rig pulls me again
Enraptured in false bliss when my inevitable demise begins
Iniquity seeps throughout my flesh
As I ease into paranoid unrest
Reliving the condemnation inflicted upon my soul
Because, only emptiness is left
Constituted in persecuting disdain
Stealing me away into a vexing dimensional plane
Losing control all over again as I’ve been to say
Insanity is all I know, as now as I lose another day
Ensnared by this testimony of living in remorse
Confrontation is required if I’m to continue
Living the path God designed as appropriate
For this act is of opposition to healing, of course
Necon.Poet
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