Rage into the insomnia bleed blame on your reflection the mirror you mistook as a window... How agonizing it is, the lie of separation... God help us all. Rage into the insomnia awakened by your own swinging fists your nightmares would like a word the game is reversed Rage into the insomnia tears flow, you're getting angrier, we have our reasons, but, is this worth it? What could justify chainsaws of wrath and shame because at the end of the day that's what this is.. A Grindhouse. Is this worth it? apparently. We are taught, through brutality, in being brought to our knees Maybe then we will learn to stop seeking, grasping, clinging, attaching.. to poisonous people, places, things..
Maybe then we will learn as we break open, that our only wish will be.. to become a vessel for something greater than a gutted hungry ghost.. When approached and asked for your boon all you will say is don't ever let anyone else suffer like this all you will say is let me share this medicine There is medicine in every shadow Salvation in every nightmare God in every hell Purification in every poison maybe each man and woman must excavate their own.. maybe saviors are only for the books, I don't know.. Hate is a strong word It is Rage that kept me up flashbacks and nightmares were not enough to get my attention that this has to stop...
Don't isolate yourselves, it is the tool of the enemy
Do not Rage into the Insomnia
but if you do..
Know it is trying to tell you something..
Something needs to change, NOW.
The above image is dedicated to
— for the night you told me, “I want you to remember this: Your hands gotta be empty so you can catch your blessings.”I have still not forgotten, my lovely friend.
I'm not dealing with any insomnia, but the part about listening to your body truly resonates. Mine is definitely telling me something and I've gotta listen and figure it out what that is before it starts screaming.
I love Kali; your words resonate deeply with my soul. Kali bliss your nightmare