The killing machine

Is on in my head, I’m mad and annoyed. It’s my job to dedicate all this negative energy while I am trying to preserve my own existence and be functional, quiet and unaware. Still on it ticks, mad they were trying to take my existence, sanity. Material possessions, give me h healthy habits and unpleasant experiences. Kill that which I carry the weight of. Kill that mind that is coding besides mine. Overcome. Overcome and be healthy and happy so I can be good. Sadly, life goes on. I’d rather die thAn “just be” anyone. Being the enemy is the worlds worst curse and probably the cure, although I can’t take the anger and rage the enemy feels, the cold heartedness, these aren’t my traits and I refuse to be dragged down. Throw the whole bitch down the drain. This only happens to the unlucky folks in life that they live life ugly and unaccepted and never find peace. Killing fir the peace. Killing for protection. Killing because I am tired of all these painful diseases the world inflicts on me. Doctors won’t help me. Ugh. Tired of voices. Tv gives me voices. I hope rick and morty never comes back if it’s going to make me so crazy I hope nobody can watch it. The devil inside. Dear Jesus forgive me, for having awful wants. I hope all my dreams come true without interacting, without thinking, just peace and prosperity.

Published by: Elaine M

I’m a magical 44 year old who bargains she will experience joy and happiness someday and has aversion to the great pain and suffering from the past, who longs for the enlightenment of all in a gentle and loving way.

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