Dark Roads

Dark Roads by W.V.H. 2009

 

The bile that rises; the pestilence; the feverish constant need of conflict. Liars, fakes, and mobs of deceit; the constant lust for pain, the greedy desires of hardened hearts. The sonless b******s of demons that puppeteer of our very dark nature, that consumes us.

 

Weary minds, blinding stress, and empty pockets. All terrible ingredients in their own right, but combined create a wonderful casserole of numb afterbirth. God forgive me for my indiscretions. Love me for who I am. Judge me not for what I’m about to do. Lambs in the field, Lions on the prowl.

 

If you can’t hold on then just let go. So much more than your willing to take the pain is so…

 

All the things I’ve done.

The soul that bleeds.

The body that burns.

The mind that speaks.

All the things I’ve not done.