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Sleepless

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Mind, body and my souls awake,

Tossing and turning can’t sleep.

Bodies yearning for sleep.

Sleepless, in the dead of night. Coyotes howl at the moon light.

Witches caste their spells.

I feel my body leaving. I feel the demons being fought off. The angels are doing their do their jobs.

I am worn and torn fighting this sleep battle.

The pills don’t work and nothing seems to calm my mind.

I am locked down in a cage interwined.

When, will I find peace of mind?

Is sleep just to hard to find.

Am I missing a chapter to the story here?

Did I run out of time?

The clocks are watching. The tables are turning.

Candles flicker, incense burns. Deep down.

This mind, body, soul still aches and yearns for sleep.

Sleepless nights in the midnight

desert so, cold, brutal and untethered.

I wont forget what’s it like to have a calm mind.

Sleepless nights, locked in this bondage called insomnia, torcher of the mind.

Tell me what will set me free?

Tell me what will let me be?

I wanna peaceful sleep.

Fuck insomnia.

 

 

 

 

 

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Time

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Time has promised me to heal.

With all the memories

 

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I have had pain.

I know have had pain. I know life has giving me suffering. I’ve slowly settled.

I carry myself through the flame. I’ve only got myself to blame. I will heal, time has promised me that. I will heal.

 

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Slither

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Snakes rattle and roll,

Bugs chirping through the night.

I don’t miss you. But, I miss you

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rings from the back of my mind…

What I don’t miss is how you played me so well, like one of your instruments.

I am still traumatized from how you left me like a heartless man so full of ego and pride.

I can’t confine myself with the friends that speak and lay dead in my mind.

Voices always whisper. But I never listen.

Still taunting with the past.

Why couldn’t we make it last?

Must be nice. I bet you somewhere

With a new “her”. Paying for, spoiling, loving, fucking and gloating a new “her.”

Why I still even give into the thought of you.

If you left me so quick. Then how could I been yours.

Slither

The snakes rattle and roll, moonlight is out and the shadows creep upon the tip of the houses.

Crickets peep and weep and the snake still is arousing by the small mouse.

I wonder…was I just prey to you. Like some mouse. Maybe your no bear at all. Maybe your the snake.

I am not down for this chase.

Playing others predator and prey games.

Goodbye my almost lover. Your dead to me. I realize I was just another one of your foolish games.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Contaminated

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Numb, don’t know where to go.

Don’t know how I got here.

My heart is broken. Starving to get to

my freedom.

Sacrifices I am making. How will I get through.

Numb to the pain.

Toxicity all around.

I need the light breathed back into.

Lately, I feel like I am dying.

Bellyache, head spinning. I don’t know if in this situation I am winning.

God let me be. Free’d from this pain.  God let me be. I know I am learning my lesson.

How long until it’s all over?

 

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Pain

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Pain, traumas, grief and loss.

It’s all the same game of what’s next.

So much pain I feel. I don’t know if this is numbness or my soul just hasn’t left my body yet.

A heart so heartless yet, feels and gives so much. I try my best to survive and help others evolve. That in the end.

I am close to having nothing left of myself. I am gonna fight to get the old me back, I was a goddess of light, champion, surviver and soldier of pain.

I am know I am a strong warrior.

I will continue to fight through all the loss, traumas and pain.

I look at the game of life more of a war I have to face everyday.

So I let my angels carry me. I let them heal me, and talk in whispered tones.

What can I handle next. I been through it all. I am lucky I am alive. Each and every breathe.

I am still here. I still standing strong even through life’s war games.

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