28 July 2012
I have grown so weary of fighting these demons. The mind is plagued with wrongful thoughts and self-destruction, forcing the body into a cyclone which cannot be controlled.
Whatever happened to the shoreline of safety; the oak tree in the game of good versus evil?
It's too easy to regress to childhood days that held no pollution of adult ways.
If for one night, I'd take it all back.
Opuss № I