Broken ….again or maybe i was born broken. It feels as though, from the inception of my existence my soul was kissed by shadows. I feel so rotten within, darkness is all i know. The purity and honesty no longer remains in my vision, nor my heart. My blood is consumed with darkness and cold venom. From birth my vision has been distorted, leaving me with no sense of proprietary. In my dreams i am used, exploited as a piece of meat on fire. I have so little self-will and all i do is agree. I am blinded, hypnotized by the heat, the nude colors and the vile gestures of celebration. Everything that God forbids is accepted. Such profanity, such wickedness, i wish to leave. I close my eyes and pray and hope that i’m okay. I beg for redemption, i ask for a reconciliation of sacred sanctity. Hear my words, oh cruel demon, i shall rise from the ashes and hold my spirit with every ounce of holiness there is, blessed by the lord and his sweet grace.