Sins Of Terror

The stench of the darkness (like mud) is in my mind.
My retreat, my day, is filled with flashbacks to the previous night’s event…
The event… The moments… The terror monsters come to me with plans of devious fortitude.
Evil intents…
I think maybe I deserve them…
Maybe made of my sins…
I pray for forgiveness… I mourn my past…
The drugs…
The violence…
The grey/gray…
The terrors are my punishment.
I hope I sleep soon and fall into a nightmare. At least I know those are only a dream

T.L Stafford
6/2/2018

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