April 27, 2009

Controlled thoughts fight the voices.
Without sunrise preparations
winds of dogmatic distance
slowly blow weather upon my precision.
It's been so long... I've slept to deny discipline!
Reaffirmations recall little of my lessons...

and Now, I'm sensing the slices in the back of my skull
demanding your mending to heal and console!
I refuse to listen,
humming emptiness as defense
to keep the lies from coming in.

If I sleep for a second, satan stabs my skin.
I'll lick my wounds, I'll be well again.
But I am Wasting Energy and Time
Allowing the Threat of a Shadow...
The Power to Blind!!!!

I should observe at Peace
as dramas pass,
See Sin's Solid Soldiers carry puny staffs,
little dicks and pricks that make me laught
and Continue, For I am Not Written by My Past!