The demon winds whispers are my friends.
the madness.... my own.
The lies....my own.
Its loneliness...my own.
The whispers of hate and rage and insanity......my own..........
Upon going to the doctor and finally taking my new medication I was having a hard time writing but really needing to. I was struggling to find my minds voice again. In my struggle I was having a hard time as my fingers have never been without my
From here there is a new master controlling the marionettes strings pulling and pushing stealing memories and pushing back the flood as it hides the moment of clarity. My writing reflects this. The moment of clarity is the brief moment between moods. The moment when everything is clear when all your thoughts are in line and you know everything you need to know.....the moment your future is laid out like a rose covered path to the angels alter.......................enjoy......Morgan
........And so the Demon within fights the Monster without.
These are a collection of random thoughts and stuff I write when my moods flip and my bipolar kicks in. Some think they are personal, and some think they are about them, still some find themselves in the writing. Wanting peace and closure but only finding out they really do have monsters and they are showing their own collections of demons and fears. Still there is some that will believe that a post was written about
Demons change they morph and become the way you ask and lay waiting for the chance to expose the true nature of your pain. Amnesia is a short term solution death is the only permanent answer, to face one is to see the reality of change.
Who have you become?
The wind whispered softly as it sent shivers through my soul.
Are you seeking that which you cannot have?
Do you seek the monster without?
It screamed a black tooth laugh as I fell to my knees covering
I was a monster. Embracing Rage without reason
I was a Demon. Giving Into Rage Without Reason
I was a Teacher. Teaching my Lessons in Fear
I was a Preacher. Preaching sermons of Hate
I was a Prisoner. Trapped in my cell of loveless madness
I was a Student. Blind to how fear pushed you away
I am a Child. Eyes wide to the Tender Touch