God bless whatever you want to bless
The world is my person hell. Tired of the truth butting in and taking over or emphazema crying to be loved. Sad part is am just upset because I’ve been living a lie. The bridge has tumbled down into the water and gave me a heartache that calls for unproblematic deplumation of own discernment. For the record I can’t remember the last time I have felt rest in my own mind or soul. Can’t sleep at night and when I do go to sleep my R.E.M’s kick in for a incredible fake realization of the world through the eyes of how I really feel. I can’t think straight besides these moments in the fantasy land I have created. I’m still unsure if my unsureness, laying prostrate on the ground sniffing dust mites in shaggy unwashed carpet. Sense of taste has gone to a blain partials logged in my throat making it hard each time I eat. Clogged ears that can’t hear joy or whispers anymore. Goggled in lies of my grandfathers and their mistakes shows humanistic design for unforgiving mistakes people will see in me and to be remembered through me. Harsh hushed silence fills the air in the sound of crickets; no one will ever see them. Like my true side that no one will ever see sadly and bracteole actions of torment from self pleaser, kind that you can’t relate to unless you’re in a different zone then others. See patterns people can’t see. Feel things in the air that no one feels. And your brains is pushing out through unrelated presser of the fornix caving in for true bliss that you can only get to through the great depression that leads to oppression from the oppressed mindset that is passed on. Genes shows that it’s selfish to climb to the top of anything for then you have control which is greed. No man wants to see his true being. Try and I try to see myself but nothing come out of the mirror just a demon I see and when I talk I hear him. God made me pretty but I haven’t seen myself yet, I haven’t heard my voiced that sing praises. Send these demon’s away or I will one way or another.