Suppression

The demons don’t leave you alone when you slumber, they recognize a slave trying to run free, your vices don’t play referee in your brain’s playtime, and under no conditions will you escape, your blood will pour out like mosaic art on your sheets.

And if it’s one thing I learned about inner darkness, it’s this: it can only miscarry a dream before it’s born. So give birth to it without approval and let your conviction be the alley way in which your dreams, 10 toes, 10 fingers, escape.

Let God know that his gift, the dream in your mind’s womb, will not be aborted but will be brought to life in spite of blood-stained sheets and bloodied knuckles.