EWJ Stardog

I awoke from a dream in the middle of night as mind played a video of how my life finally seems right. For you are my life, spirit, and well being, my love, sanctuary and new beginning.

You are a flower in a garden for all to admire; whose beauty radiates on others to desire. You are the breath I take from morning until night guiding me through my darkest of nights.
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I’m drained of life feeling dead inside. My body has become a cesspool of stagnant water with only the insects to strip me dry of my being. I’m tired, sore and never seem to sleep. I can feel the loves of my life slip away I know what to do just don’t seem to have the mental and physical capabilities at the time to pull them back in.

I look for a higher power at times but it doesn’t seem to sooth my pain is it due to I don’t believe in one? If there was a God would I feel this pain? Would innocent men, women and children die from such disturbing bullshit? God was created by the imaginary figures in some mans mind to make him feel better about the chaos he creates. God is a word some hide behind from the misery they afflict on others that condones their behavior.
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My soul was sacrificed laid out in the sun to dry

My skin has been stripped and every bone picked dry
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The pills I swallow make me feel free, so why label me with a social disease.
You call me an addict at some surprise to me if you took a look in you would realize.
See the pain I feel flows deep and wide like a raging river on the brink of suicide.
See they say you grow up and move away, but the memories still paralyze the brain haunting every clear thought in your head.
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Born to die and never live
Tears cried as a little kid

As it slowly runs down my cheek
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Remember the years you trampled through ash
Seeing your life travel from the present to the past
Only to realize your day will come at last
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We try and live our lives,
But can’t always be saints
We lock our souls away
Behind the golden gate
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