Needle-like salvia .
No desire for air.
Trying to rationalize and swallow.
Digest the thorns forced down the path way.
Deception of the brain.
Ingestion of the coal.
Perfection and power is the goal.
Decent into the ever consuming Abyss.
Entrance without an exit.
One solid direction, no loops and turns just a straight decent.
Bekended by internal calls.
Slavish, barbaric place.
What to do when your soul went the wrong way?
Who to call when fatal deception is your fall?
Should we turn around?
Cough up the gold, silver and rust?
Or enjoy the suffication?
Accession of the mind?
Scratchy, abrasive, scalding of man kind.
Suple, elastic, gritty was our kind.
In the end.
We all will see the end.
So whats the point, why shouldn’t we give in?
Published by Yaselynn @HoneyKnight.99
I’m journaling through space and time. As a natural born foodie, seeking to establish my own mental health and wellness retreat centers. Evaporating my fears, fighting adamantly for self-love. As a connection activist, I diligently express modern relationships painted vivaciously through the lenses of Poetry, Psychology and some legal finesse. Enthusiastically imparting empathetic, empathetic love, counseling all broken yet kind hearts. As a philosophical, music, literature analyst, teaching traditional dance and integrated health as a mental health and wellness physician. My love for God outweighs our silly interpretations of religion, reminding others and self-reflecting on good religion,relationships and love. Contrary to popular belief we can be happy on earth and in heaven.
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