The final breath of addiction

The final breath of addiction

Hold on to me for I am now falling

into the bitter cold of

darkness and I am feeling

so damn alone, the final

breath of death is near and it

is watching me while waiting

to take my soul to the abyss

of utter sheer nothingness

back home.

Please keep me safe from

the angels of the fires

brigade, as I lay here and fall

sleep in a coffin that I, all by

myself have made, I am

covered in sheets stained with

the blood of my own tears,

spilled over while living my

life in the vices of evil that

all the innocent now fear.

Shadows of the dead who

are are now living out on the

streets are dragging me

down to the ground by their

hands upon my feet, as all

the dreams of my tomorrows

are filled with the memories

of my pathetic past just as

sorrow and regret who are

now sleeping in the same

bed with each other

becoming close friends very

fast.

Fear of the life that is bathed

in the light of the kingdom of

He has hidden all the

answers to finding my life's

key, for it, has been hidden in

the angry oceans of all my

own deep regrets, that has

been filled by all of the bad

choices that I have made

and of all my unpaid debts.

The choices are few, for the

ones who decide to remain

in the games, played by our

own inner demons who are

becoming every day more

insane. Stronger they now

grow as they wake from

their long restless sleep,

they are fighting for survival

so the strong now kill the

weak, all of the battles are

now raging in a war that the

masters now seek as the

bodies of all humans will

litter all of the streets as they

rip off the mask and all of the

costumes of those whom

they defeat.

Take heed to the questions

for the answers that you

may now seek for the

battles are coming with a

war at its feet, the old ones

are restless with the scent

of blood again in their

senses as they thirst for

the death and the flesh of all

innocence. The armies of

ancients are gathering and

will arise to defend,

combining with David's s yet

once again for this war will

be fought from down here

on this earth and high above

as angels and humans fight

armed with only his love

against the evils of hate and

the sins of all man. Just take

a look out of your windows

and around you right now,

then you tell me what do you

see? For the first of the

battles have already started

fought with racism,

sickness, religion, and greed.

This war will continue to

grow every single day as

fear and addiction fills it

armies full and is here now

to stay, so fear the War as it

is coming do not believe

in what you may see, it is

time to choose what side you

are on now for there is no

time to wait.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A #Poets Journey