My eyes close to go to sleep

I see demons and angels

Lost in darkness not knowing what to do or say

Visions of my blood drifting away

Knowing that it is fiction, but might be a factor in the real world

Trying to find out the answer to the question, but confused from the darkness

I ask my father, “what are you trying to say”

Wondering if it’s me “no not right now” I ask myself

Hoping it’s not my blood that is drifting and soon to be gone

Vision goes in and out

Trying to stop, but can’t

Wondering what’s going to happen

Sometimes feeling something or someone over my head ready to make its move

Humbling myself to the Father asking for guidance

Trying to do what is right

Don’t know who to go to.....here

Patience is the key, of which I have so little

Sometimes I can feel myself drifting away from the right

And being drawn to the wrong

It’s a battle trying to do what is right

So easy doing wrong

My soul talks to me. Sometimes it’s yelling

Making me feel like my head is going to burst

Something is working inside of me

I have to make a decision

What road am I going to take

All of this is going on while I sleep

I feel I’m losing or going to lose something very precious

I wonder where I’m going when the Earth stops spinning

Only the Father knows

As time goes on I know where my strength lies

In the hands of my Father and my blood

That’s my coal keeping me moving on the right path

But as I sleep it still comes

And I still lay on a wet pillow.......


Buttabean
10-26-95