Voldemort Dies In The End – Day 166, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Satiated by the thrill of never knowing what’ll come next.
I love messing around with the thought of building a life away from booze,
Weed and rough sex.
Nothing else is more satisfying knowing I can sit in silence,
Regardless of the war inside of a head,
Containing the power to follow a light leading me ahead,
Instead of being swallowed by darkness blinding my ability to smile against,
The pushback from my own mind…

Took me a while to see the gifts God presents us when we’re cornered.
A corner forcing me to open my palms to pray,
Rather than being pray for the horde of,
Wolves out there to eat me alive,
Because,
Only lord knows how I couldn’t survive,
On my own in a world where I’m just another vessel full of life for the enemy to absorb….

An enemy with a name I’m not afraid to mention,
Anymore.
When things get hairy as I wander around,
I stand still at the sound of his roar,
And,
Shout what will make him tremble to His core.
A core hollowed by its fantasy at its finality.
That dream of ruling over your life you can simply wake up from…

Breathe,
And,
Don’t be shaken by the thrill.
Allow it to fill you up with the life you deserve to live,
Instead of,
Looking at a mirror just to go in for the kill…