Satan is the god of this world. He shall suffer for those he deceives and those he strives to kill shall suffer from their own decision. The blood sucking demon has much to pay, for God gave us all Jesus. Such perfection went through worldly trials and still managed to live a perfect life. For us sinful human beings, it may be possible. The closer we are to God, the closer we become part of him. I may not be the only one, but;

I feel them among my room,

I know our dimension is one less than there's, it is like the wind..we feel, but we can not see,

Every time I step foot in here my heart sinks,

I ache for when I have to watch the back of my eye lips.

The unseen is waiting at the grasp of their "fingers" to take me back,

My mind can no longer escape the unfortunate,

And there it goes. . .all abilities are lost, my mind is in a place that's dark, I don't know the place, but it's been reoccurring lately.

The second my mind is caught back to reality,

I'm gasping for air, my body is moist from sweat, this blood pressure of mine sky rockets like I'm going out of space,

All I do is find some kind of tangible light to scare away the darkness,

All I do is reach out and hold my Bible as I lay here thinking of what's going to happen once these eyelids of mine unfold again,

All I can do is call upon Jesus for His name only has all negativity flee,

& Lately that's all that I've been able to do . . .

            It may be a test, a constant struggle that most are hardened from. A phone I have to look through as a constant reminder upon who I don’t want to be. The emotions are evil, all I feel is hate upon myself. The pain is ever so harsh, it is like gnashing of the teeth. There is never a set time when they come to haunt me. Once they pounce on me like fresh meat, I fall into the fiery depths of hell. The more I fight, the deeper I go. The more I fall, the shorter my chance is to live freely. For once I wish someone would feel on my level. Stop trying to understand or take care of one's hurt. We may thank you, but words mean little when the pain is overpowering. 

I was told, “When you have a broken arm-you know you have a broken arm, but when you're  emotionally/mentally disable, you don't know for a fact. People tell you to suck it up, or it's going to be ok, in reality it's not.” There are so many outside influences that manipulate a person's mind. That allows a mind whom is already broken, to be led far astray. 

Cassandra Reynolds