The sky split open I'm ****** in a whirlpool My body light as a feather I am used as a tool In another world or dimension I not know the place But it's too familiar And I recognize that evil face A demon of this world A satanic being with filthy evil powers Sapping my energy, draining And this forces me to be awake for hours Lying on my bed, praying hard To prevail, evil forces from destroying my spirituality Alas, I get pinned down most days Like that of a nasty shaman practising ***** sexuality Hitting on my chakras, stealing my energry For somehow, I feel this person is attached to me Please believe me, I am not insane I feel his presence around me And then I am left dealing with my pain I am a spiritual person and used to feel my positive auras Now that I am draining from my so called sickness And feel my energy used by another for astral travel A thief, in shadows, I can't even sketch coz of weakness I wish to get well, I wish to live fully again But seems, all my tries are going in vain Hell, seems to be cracked open to let its beings out To crawl and survive on the energies of high spirituals Sometimes I wake up sweating with a shout May be that's the time, this person performs the rituals From another place unknown to me Stealing from my meditation vault, my energies And I am too blinded to believe and see Coz I feel I'm in mercurial abyss, with some alienetic synergies...
Kim Johanna Baker, this poems is dedicated to you my dear poetess friend. May you get well soon :)