My Spiritual Revival Thru Drugs

By soldier

I sit here alone
just me and my thoughts
I cannot see as the words spill out upon the paper

I sit and  talk to my friend
the only friend that is up this hour
the only one that will listen to my rants and raves

I sit here and talk to the voices inside of my head

I can give you a bed to fall into, a blanket of my idiotic logic
 But you do not have to stay
 Or even land there
 Nor do you have to sleep
 So I only tell you to make a choice

 Ever turning faces burning thrugh spinning dust

 It took time for me as well and I am not always above them but beside them
 But this is my body and my life
 And I was here first
I hold claims to this flesh, this is my treasure
 My wealth to share or be hidden

then he awakens,
the deamons from inside my head

 I can you these ancient eyes only wander aimless when there is no one worth fighting for
So why not fight for the others annd for yourself?
 Your onlly as trapped and you pretend you are
 Willpower dear

his name is the name my friends call me
his name is known for being notorious and an out cast
so therefore he outcast me
to be noticed

so I would embrace myself more than anything else in the world
and he who set a series of morals in me through the goodness of my heart
and place evil upon me to try to stray me, like job
sweet sweet sweet job....

I know I will be stripped of everything in my quest to do goood
thru evil ways
I want to be gods wrath
his hands
and his eyes

I want to be one with the holy lord even though I have a wake with demnons

I want to know everything
I want every one to be happy
I want every one to feel the euphoria
and through my demons I can choose one of two paths

the wide path that every body follows and in the end
all that will be waiting for me there is an inglourious and well deserved end
and a part of me wants that end

but the other path is the one not so travled on because it is a harder journey
to use the evil that has been plased inside of me for good
to make my vices work for me
to flow with my emotions directed to where they need be
like a man made river
but as good as that sounds I still like the other path

the path that does not lead to redemption
instead it leads to punishment

so which path do I choose.....
I don;t know
I am torn between 5, 6, 7, 8, people inside of this body and i hate it
I have grown to hate myslef because of that vice
but I know what to choose

my destiny, what ever it maybe.

to help build up by destroying,
or just destroying it all together






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Copyright 2010 soldier
Published on Saturday, July 10, 2010.     Filed under: "Abuse" and "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: Amazing post here my friend... thank you so much for sharing. Be strong my friend. Please write on. :)

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