I sometimes see through my intellectual mess
Literally, physically cutting the stress
By cutting the vein
That leads to my chest
Vascular and cardio-ventricular dissection
For me there is no longer any protection
I am dieing from a highly advanced alien infection
Body taken and spirit withdrawn
Soul placed into another vessel
I wish the times I would have a loved one
To cuddle with and nestle
Instead
I have nothing but demons to wrestle
Fighting and brawling
My every waking hour
Some are my height
While others, over me they easily tower
Some the size of buildings
Rampaging my mind
Pillaging my heart
Tearing it apart
Insecurities grafted into my very being
My higher self is with desire of fleeing
But my Twin Flame is decreeing
That I have a much higher purpose
And that I should no longer offer any worthwhile service
Of worship to any merchants or serpents
‘Cause all they do is undeniably curse me
Making me feel unworthy
I’m nearly going berserk see
Berserkingly
Shaking and limbs jerking me
But my twin tells me it’s not worth it to me
So I must find common space
In a common place
And try to retrace
Steps taken that got me to this place
Fractured images
Images of peace broken
I awaken but have I really awoken?
Forsook
Forsaken
Death is imminent
Death of me, him, I, we, us?
Who, when, why?
Do we really need to die to live?
Or would we rather stay alive being dead?
I have yet to answer
For insecurities slowly kill me
From child hood they were instilled in me
And slowly outgrow me
They knew and always will know me
Stop me from growing
And yet I wonder
Do they show themselves on the surface
For others to see that “it†is showing?