A Moment Of Realization
A Moment Of Cleansing
The Body, Soul , Mind, Head
Cleared Of The Fiend.

Chamber Of The Interpretation Of My Life Moved About Until Clarity
Sweet, Glamorous, Clarity
Though The Body Does Not Reflect The Soul, the Soul Reflects The Body.

His Unholy Body Gone
His Hatred And Doubt Remain


Give It Time, For My Sake, GIVE IT TIME.

Web Of Branches
Hovering Above Patheticness
Patheticness Gazing Upon The Web Of Branches As If To Be Inspired By The Beauty Of The Uniquely Colored Gaps.
Not Really Though.
Once Patheticness Walks Away
The Moment Is Gone And The Undeserved Pride Of Participation In A Beautiful Moment Replaces Patheticness Until The Entrance Of Purgatory Consumes The Pride Then Patheticness Takes Over Yet Again.


That Is Life. Mine At Least.

Peace
Love
War Of The Mind
War Of The Soul
Ashes Of Burnt Paper
Peace Out *******.

On The Coldest Of Florida Winters
The Bed Of Nails I Was Strapped To, The One I Was Almost Free Of
Sunk Back Into My Skin.

It Was The Consequence Of Trust And Hope In A Miracle, A Resurrection.
Once You're Dead, You're Dead.
I Don't Know Why I Thought I Could Come Back To Life.

So I Will Continue To Write What It Is Like To Be Dead As I Will Never Again Know What It Is To Live