Stop. Stop this madness. My heart is strung along to the same tune ive heard for many years. I have walked around in the same circle, my mind reels. I cant escape my shadow as it follows me
wherever i go. I fear my only way out must be radical, I am entirely subjected to my own torture. My demons know the very flaws that keep me trapped in this casket.
I sleep turning over in my sheets as if i am being suffocated by the blankets that hold me prisoner. My pain is inevitable, an inescapable prison that god has forced on me, my fears are that i
am the subject of the devil not god.
I scare that i will be tempted into making irreparable decisions in my own life that will leave me scarred and publicly shamed. The devils trill sonata, fire and brimstone, demons and devils, upon me like lions feasting.
Submitted: November 07, 2018
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Hiya Spud2!
This is the first short of yours that I've read and it rings around in my mind like a truth-bell! I love your intensity of writing, the driven words! We clearly suffer from the same ailment! How good is that? I'll be back! HJ Furl!
spectacular
Fri, September 13th, 2019 2:18amFacebook Comments
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This was like a poem, where's the rest?
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