Policing the thoughts in my mind 

Aggravation at those that slip by 

Validations come as quickly as the sharp criticisms

Lost in translation my identity and being 

Over burdened and wild open-eyed fear 

Voices sooth with the promise of peace 

Washed of dignity and held over 

On slippage I while away my own will

Under the hand once bitten though no longer shy 

Least of pity, most of resignation 

Denoting fear a revered form of respect 

Best harken the bell 

Even the warning sirens call is bested 

Pulling a sick gratitude from my unholy compulsion 

Remembering not those I loved 

Only the hand that now feeds sorrow 

Under a godless sun and moon 

Demons have thier glory.

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saiom's picture

Your writing is powerful and

Your writing is powerful and beautful


 demonic power is ephemeral

divine power is eternal

even fallen angels will eventually

be reunited with God, imo





SSmoothie's picture

Yes you get me. Thank you for

Yes you get me. Thank you for your comment much appreciated. I am dissapointed that people allow governments to convince them they have no power. 


Pavlov's dogs...


Best blessings always ss 

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."