Publicerad 2025-12-28 19:47 av David Gunnarsson




Evening prayer



As the shadows of my past seems to retreat back in to the world of unknown, my future path is lined with new danger and new demons.

Oh, how do I wish that the acid rain that's falling, would rinse the impurities off my scarred skin and give nutrition for a new courage to grow.

As I hide in the darkness in my tomb of a bedroom, My own mind plays tricks on me and encourage me to abuse my soul until the sleeping pills make the voices fade like a distant dream.

In the light of day, my eyes reflect the brightness and makes my reflection shatter into thousands of pieces. Pieces that can be used to build a picture of pure fear.

While I numb myself with liquid courage, the nightmares in my mind forces me to crawl out my grave and gasp for air. Air that is poisonous from all the evil that have been spread by lies echoing through the air.

When I wake up, the memories from last nights nightmare haunts my mind and I hope that some light will appear to guide me into a safe harbor.

A harbor where I am met by a caretaker who will be my godfather and help me choose the path to the final resting place where my dreams will not be scary and where I'm not gonna feel anxious or scared ever again.





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