Dark Hallways

Tristan Robert Lange

The spiritual high is nice.

The buzz of positive energy,

The sense of God's presence

Fills me in the moment.

 

I let it go tonight

And the pendulum swings.

The gears are in motion

And the countdown begins.

 

It's only a matter of time

Before my bastard twin emerges.

It feels glorious to be here,

But darkness comes with the storm.

 

My Lord, forgive me in advance,

For the darkness is my obstacle

And I don't know how to navigate

Through the dark hallways of my mind.

 

"My name is Legion, because there are many of us inside this man" - Mark 5:9

  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 3rd, 2017 09:48
  • Category: Spiritual
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