The Logos use their music to whisper in my ear
But at night I feel the intense power of the seer
Burning my soul from the outside, a jinn
I feel the walls and they are closing in
So I pray for some magic to save me
I pray that some angel will create a decree
That my mannerisms will change and my life unfold
A new world before me with riches untold
Only through the death of my soul can I attain
What others only dream of coursing through their veins
About the Creator
J. K. Anderson
A poet, author and journalist tied to the belief that Christ is YHWH. Open minded and eager to show my wild imagination to all people. I'm not a happy writer but I'm happy to write. All for fun.
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Great one, well done!😊