p o s s e ssed

crippled, blocked out dread lingers they're coming back sloth and lust, in tandem arms interlocking: they've gotten me cornered the boogey man appears this time as my best friend who became a turncoat got ya now! wrath swallowed me as i saw red. a mirror crashed, cuts into skin though i felt it not, when a soul takes in hell's fire. i can taste it, i can feel it, i can sense it this living, breathing flame that shrivels my innards. and though i walked as if from far off in a distance: i could feel the cool touch of reassurance from a savior's cast. i tried to reach for that calling - and my flesh rebelled. worn, out tired fatigue stressed up hopeless desperate forlorn i tried to kick my flailing legs in deep other space found they could not move. and thus i saw a great battle field where satan chief of many demons and angels of light - mocking, taunting jeering you cannot win what a fall as my body fell from the sky to deep oblivion though i fought wept, to cling to something real. something good. a friend. of wild roses, wild days, wild forest rivers boiling steam hissing snakes sliding into recesses of my many open wounds lust was cast as love, pride seen as ambition greed lauded envy was a norm gluttony became to be admired sloth the lucky few wrath meant justice that i diluted the real for waste water, polluted stings, numbs as the false becomes the real i covered up my many sores with balm from flames from hell. though at times i recognized it not, blurred lines, foggy mountains, my legs slipped in what i took was a firm road - turns out it was just sand quickly crumbles ropes cut loose instantly though the business said guaranteed or money back - but dead men don't come back so i crashed into darkness comforting, familiar like days of childhood sent back to my room, a curfew, or locked in the dark. till my open screams shook the walls, the home became a living nightmare. and then the door opened. i woke from a fever covered in sweat and the world was covered once again by what i can only call as perception. my heart slowed, my soul flitted about in my flesh restless like, testing freedom, tasting a prison. i hugged darkness tightly around my chest, as if to comfort myself and found i always have a choice. then i named my lovely treasures, of pride greed, lust, envy gluttony wrath and sloth : you hurt me. my soul found solace in the naming, of what had kept it restless night in night out day in day out my flesh simply did not have that capability - my soul sighed, found peace when the problem the enemy was finally given due recognition and as for flesh it was what led me to fevered dreams, and the boogey man who turned out to be real.