Tuesday, September 9, 2008
"so are you alive now. would you listen to me."
his head burried under his hands,
the voices rang in his mind,
a whirl of thoughts and images,
they wrecked his mind,
as swallowed him whole again.
"wake up. are you alive.
will you listen to me."
"noo! shut up." he thought to himself.
"do the wicked see you --"
no, dont start please. shut up. shut up!
"can't you imagine how good this will make you feel..."
he tore at his hair, eyes tearing.
Stop it. no. Stop.
"let it engulf your soul. anger. jealousy--"
he closed his eyes, attemting to numb the pain.
"I'l make you stronger. Power hungry.
And you will Be--"
please. NO.
"way above the rest.
They never loved--"
Fuck. shut up, shutup shut up!
it was a cry. a plea,
that he was now on his knees.
"--you anyways.
He hates you now.
He ignores your very presence.
so come on, do what your compelled to do..."
to succumb or not to.
his mind felt like as though it was being ripped apart,
its contents: an empty dark.
he was growing feeble and weaker with the passage of Time.
And so he prayed.
Our father, which art is in heaven,
hallowed by thy name--
"I'l open your eyes to victory..."
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
in Earth as it is in Heaven--
"so. are you still breathing now?"
stop it i say, stop it!
And lead us not into temptations--
"come on--"
but deliver us from evil,
for thine is the kingdo--
"succumb to me..."
and the power, and the glory.
forever and ever.
Amen.
minutes passed.
peace.
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10:04 AM
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