The darkest of dark,
Thicker than tar;
Has me wrestling with dark spirits.
So much effort to move,
Trying to run away and disappear-
To escape the subversive destruction.
Oozing blackness-
Making its way into my blood,
Slowly turning my skin an ashen grey.
******* in the smoke,
Drinking the blackened devil,
Opening the gates of hell,
Leaving me susceptible to dark suffering.
Writhing in the pits of despair,
Drowning in a thick sticky liquid,
Drawing back in repugnance,
At the chemicals that control me.
The white crystals burn my soul,
Transforming my insides into darkness.
Evil darkened spirits encircling me,
Torturing each and everyone of my thoughts,
Making me suffocate in insanity.
Soon it gets to be too much,
Loosing all you have reassures;
Being nothing but a lost, gaunt soul.
God hasn't begotten me,
I closed the doors shut,
I burned the bridges that leads to the light,
To destruct my broken self,
Feeling so deserving of the upmost suffering.
Humbling myself to admittance,
Opening the blackened shutters,
Letting the light in just a little.
This effervescent light is thinning this tar,
Making it easier to wade through life,
Creating hope;
Making it possible to reach the first rung
To the ladder of recovery.
Tattered and rugged,
I feel too ***** for this light,
But the light will shine,
Even on the dirtiest of souls.
This light is so full of love and hope,
Filling me with contentment,
Making me feel worthwhile.
My blackened soul
Must be cleansed,
Scrubbed to the raw skin.
Time will be a factor,
Because the tar is so thick,
Embedded in my pores.
But the light will shine forever,
Healing all who reach for it.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
The darkest of dark,
Thicker than tar;
Has me wrestling with dark spirits.
So much effort to move,
Trying to run away and disappear-
To escape the subversive destruction.
Oozing blackness-
Making its way into my blood,
Slowly turning my skin an ashen grey.
******* in the smoke,
Drinking the blackened devil,
Opening the gates of hell,
Leaving me susceptible to dark suffering.
Writhing in the pits of despair,
Drowning in a thick sticky liquid,
Drawing back in repugnance,
At the chemicals that control me.
The white crystals burn my soul,
Transforming my insides into darkness.
Evil darkened spirits encircling me,
Torturing each and everyone of my thoughts,
Making me suffocate in insanity.
Soon it gets to be too much,
Loosing all you have reassures;
Being nothing but a lost, gaunt soul.
God hasn't begotten me,
I closed the doors shut,
I burned the bridges that leads to the light,
To destruct my broken self,
Feeling so deserving of the upmost suffering.
Humbling myself to admittance,
Opening the blackened shutters,
Letting the light in just a little.
This effervescent light is thinning this tar,
Making it easier to wade through life,
Creating hope;
Making it possible to reach the first rung
To the ladder of recovery.
Tattered and rugged,
I feel too ***** for this light,
But the light will shine,
Even on the dirtiest of souls.
This light is so full of love and hope,
Filling me with contentment,
Making me feel worthwhile.
My blackened soul
Must be cleansed,
Scrubbed to the raw skin.
Time will be a factor,
Because the tar is so thick,
Embedded in my pores.
But the light will shine forever,
Healing all who reach for it.
