An empty life

Filling it up with destructive vices

I cannot fight this

Try as I might

The adrenaline spilling over the top

…and it must be stopped

Someway, somehow

Though for now I do not know

Just going with the ebb and flow

Carried away by the raging river of emotions

The shadowy cloak of mystery

Unraveling piece by piece

Until there is nothing left for me to see

Nothing left for me to be

There oblivion awaits me

Pondering this morning the meaning behind being inspired. So many different things can be inspiring. I woke up this morning was the spirit of positivity and hope emanating from within. I’m smiling on the inside and on the outside. All sorts of phrases and thoughts are running through my head. Almost faster than I can compute. I grasp onto a few ideas here and there. Mayhap they will become poems later.

Direct your energy toward that which you love

Manifest everything you have ever dreamed of

Do not waste thoughts on an incubus

Those that are trained in draining your life force

Put them out of your mind

Move forward

Into the light

Away from the darkness

The shadowy beings

That linger

Eager to steal your energy

To fill their emptiness within

Attempts to extract what they are lacking

Protect your divine being

Eyes open

Yet not seeing

Chaos rolling in like a whirlwind

A little lacking

A little empty

Statuesque container all hollowed out

A confused whisper

No resounding shout

Spiritless

No Doubt

An incubus…

A frightening lout

Shadowy silhouette

No identifying marks

Staleness in air

Crowding the atmosphere

Extinguishing anything lively that is near

It is not about you

It is about me

What I want…

What I need…

It is an eventuality

So you may concede

By all means do as you please

. . if it does not please me

Your existence is irrelevant