Restless Soul

Pain pierced the heart and its wound throbs with a silent whisper of "help me". Feeling like there is something more but overjoyed at an idea that is filled with emptiness. Isolated within reason while evil spirits claw at my back begging me to come and serve their master the devil. Beaten to a pulp by an idea of falsified freedom and expectation of life well lived. Drowing in an ocean of tears and blood, choking on what seems to be real and laughing for a short while only until that joy is infected by a society that is corrupted by greed, self sufficiency, hatred, and the practice of no morals. Each moment that passes is like a slow wind that helps you reminisce of the things you have experienced or the hope of a past time where it seemed to set you free in "the now". Needing God so desperately but refusal of pursuit in His direction leaves anyone or thing in a bond of lifeless death or swayed corruption of purpose and innocent vision in which they birthed from.