I believe regret to be…
a feeling, a memory
of Life welling in me.
I have been doing a tremendous amount of self reflection. When was it that I became “broke”? Was it as a child?? Knowing my father was abusing my Mom… beating her? Beating our pets? Or when I was abused by strangers? Or maybe at birth… perhaps born so amazingly perfect and broken?
Perhaps they all play a factor.
I have no clue.
Distance envelops me…
They can all get fucked… just stay true to you. ~Marshal Mathers
Feeling this dynamic energy.
Breathing, feeling this dying body, enslaved mind,
Battle these inner demons, pin them to the floor of this troubled mind.
No fear can seize me.
No demon bind me….
Nor a God save me.
One Electric Charge after another…
riding the monsters back.
Extending beyond Atlas…
fleeing further than talus.
© bipolarmuse 2011
~Because your mine, I walk the line~