šŸƒAmanda22Janeā¤

Ghost Writer
2020-09-25 01:01:57 (UTC)

Facing The Abyss. (Poetic.)

I swivel inside myself
Kissed by a butterfly
Moved by reason
And I stare...
And I stare...
Straight into The Black Voille
That breathes in menace
At my recovering soul.

"Who the fuck are YOU,"
I ask.
"Nothing that YOU
would desire,"
It breathes.
"My gates you have opened,"
It rages.

"So what if I have," I assert.
"It would do YOU well to remember this : I never breached them willingly."

"WHAT!??" The Abyss screams at me.
"YOU passed this way of your own accord! My lie is YOUR LIE!!"

I swivel my back to it, and lift my beautiful face to The Son.
"Tell me, O God, that It didn't say that."

"Oh, yes. It did. I won't let It touch you with its lies and fury again. I know what The Truth is and so do you."

I stand up strong inside myself and turn towards The Abyss for the last time.

In front of me stands a male personage so glorious to behold, that I fall to my knees and weep.
The Abyss rages around me but cannot touch me.

"I wasn't born to fail. Take your failure somewhere else, preferably back to where you belong. In HELL. You are HELL itself and I am nothing you desire."

ā›“šŸ”—ā›“šŸ—ā›“šŸ”—ā›“šŸ›”ā¤




Ad: