Met Jesus in a blender
Urging me to kill
The blender hasn’t worked for years
The voices haunt me still
They chase me when I’m sleeping
They yell when I’m awake
Seems angrily they’re pleading
For my life to take
God’s angels now they whisper
Reminders of my strife
They beg of me to end it all
To end my tragic life
The whispers shake the silence
Their touch – an icy chill
Escaping from their presence
Makes them seem more real
Sanity left me stranded
Cold, confused, alone
And Jesus now is screaming
In such a hateful tone
How do I escape this Hell?
They tell me I must die
You tell me death is not the way
They tell me that you lie
Maybe I should listen
Perhaps they know what’s best
If I close my eyes in death tonight
I’ll finally get some rest
Urging me to kill
The blender hasn’t worked for years
The voices haunt me still
They chase me when I’m sleeping
They yell when I’m awake
Seems angrily they’re pleading
For my life to take
God’s angels now they whisper
Reminders of my strife
They beg of me to end it all
To end my tragic life
The whispers shake the silence
Their touch – an icy chill
Escaping from their presence
Makes them seem more real
Sanity left me stranded
Cold, confused, alone
And Jesus now is screaming
In such a hateful tone
How do I escape this Hell?
They tell me I must die
You tell me death is not the way
They tell me that you lie
Maybe I should listen
Perhaps they know what’s best
If I close my eyes in death tonight
I’ll finally get some rest
7 comments:
brilliant!!!
sarah and i are still searching for a blender.
let me know if you find one that works.
i think you can get some little prescription pills that will stop the voices...
what do these poems mean?
intense
die to self?
you should check out ben's blog. he's got some very honest poetry going on.
thought you might enjoy.
miss you
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