Heeding deliberate lacerations cutting into my Spiritual Life
Bleeding out. Painful effervescent liquid sizzling through rotted veins.
This is a hell I've come to sadly know, show, and glow-
It descends upon my brain like a feral farm cat going insane. To this I would lay still in vain in a fetal position,
Feeling all my power and energy draining constantly away.
It wasn't til I had the sudden strength to bear my arms out as witness and hold my hands like Mother Mary on A Cross
That I finally felt any tears, taste, and freedom of a life renewed. It became this steadfast cling to hope where I let the Daemons pull me out of this moorish ground.
All it ever took me in this rebound life was a battle of faith- won in synchronicity, a chance to work on my redeeming qualities.
I thus forth carry this burning light and black flame held deep inside and shine it bright for all the Daemons to see- in ever lasting grace of them saving my life from me and bringing it back restored.
I feel the untimely but necessary peace, gratitude, and love that buries me pulling me forward, up & down-
out of the Akashic Record of my prior pain and into the reality questionable induced consciousness we presently reside.
In this final metaphorical resting place I raise my hands and embrace the calms and torrents of the inner storm where I finally live and bleed in "quiescent paradise in our inner and outer worlds.