Under the influence of the wrath of a corrupted control, the
truth is hidden well as we struggle to find the light disguised as a fallen
angel. A dark angel guided by sinful demonic thoughts trying to escape through
twin evil doorways that enter either perdition and or a blazing fiery hell in
either direction. The physical struggle exceeds the human mind as the body’s
spirit has fallen to the torture of twisted emotions that brings down the
strongest oxen and the boldest eagles to their knees.
Curing emotions that will never heal are the result of naïve
thinking and trusting those in power that lied to me telling me life could be
hot and sweet if I just followed the light to the end of the tunnel. Unable to
move in either direction left or right, I was rigidly led up a path of self-destruction
without an opportunity to look behind me in my imaginary rearview mirror and
see all those good things in life disappear as if I was dead or forever lost in
the fog that hovers the ground hiding all things from plain view and spirits.
Working up enough resistance to fight this feeling, I got
torn apart between right and wrong. Gone are those wonderful moments and
sentimental stories that took me back to my childhood days as I jump between a
matrix of time and dimensions that included the past, the present and the
future in no prearranged order. Struggling to stay alive, I have found a new
identity to fight the devil as the scars that surround my heart begin to heal
as I fake the cure to love the demons buying me time to save my own life.
My life was mixed with pandemonium as much as with delirium although
I loved the way I felt at times that caused me to feel a sensation never felt
before. Eager to get my hands on the devil and his wicked ways, I am completely
determined to fight this feeling and end this struggle as I suckerpunched the
demon to end this devilish struggle between right and wrong.
Finally, I feel the spirit in a good way while still, my
suspicions of the demonic influences hide behind my new found boundaries that separate
the good from evil. Pinching my skin to see if this is all a dream or reality, I
found this struggle worth fighting as I can clearly distinguish the difference
between right and wrong and my dreams and my realities.
