Dreadful images stealing my nights,
Bugging my soul and spirit,
My thoughts are no longer safe,
My intentions are baked in hade.
The sun in my day turns blood,
And stars milk away like dust,
Darkness becomes flood
And it flooded my truthful path.
I thought I'm manic,
Cause I'm acting like psychopath,
Medicine and words aren't messianic,
I'm dying in the warpath
Of dreadful imagination and insomnia.
Alcohol became horrible knight,
it's not a savior to my plights!
My dreams are turning to nightmares,
What shall save me from the ensnarers?
I just need to pull it out of my head,
And purified my soul and spirit
From imaginations of regressions
Pulling down my soul from the progress.
Good write up Darling
ReplyDeleteSpeaking from inner hearts 🦅