MORNING WAKEY WAKEY

Monday morning.

please let me know why i hate monday mornings.

And every morning.

 Or lets call it mourning.

AS ITS WAKE UP TIME, PLEASE ANOTHER  HOUR IN THE PIT.

And i feel like shit.

I awake shivering, cold sweats,

Down my hall way brush my teeth.

Doing all i can not to rech or vomit as i brush the teeth

Stomach in nots of aggonising paine.


The sweat is the sweat of a man possesed.


It burns this sweat and leaves me cold.

Just as the holy water burns the victim of a child possesed by satan .

An exosition.

MAY be ime possed.

I do all ican to tame the beast with in me.


But this animal is so so powerful.


It strips me of everything i love in life, (which isnt alot)


Got no morals they faided out years ago.


got no motavation, just want to sleep.


Yes ime possesed.


I will rob you .

cheat steal and lie.

As this decaying so called body is addicted .

Addicted to anything it enjoys.

Not caring for who or what it hurts to get his inner childs gratification.

Slowly but surely killing ones self ,

The mind with its denial, the body beaten ruined, souless.

25 YEARS OF PAINE THAT WONT LEAVE ME ALONE,

I wish and think the only way to stop this monster inside of me is to kill it.

Which leads to my death.

Because the addict wont go with out me.

Clinging with the grip of a bear.

The monkey on my back.

i wake to a slap.

A slap of reality.

But what is reality because i think we all live in a world of denial.

Sorrry i will have to finish .







TO BE CONTINUED.
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