When thoughts kill

When rock meets bottom. When a six foot ditch is dug. When life offers a question. Change or die. Life is chosen. Life is earned. Apologies die. Love doesn't

Tyler

What ?

Are you a satanist ?

Funny story -

I got lost in the dessert. Played with the devil in the red dress. Played dress up with the snake. Ate the apple of knowledge. Drowned under my weight of conscious regrets of subconscious actions.

I ate my humble pie enjoyed the bitter taste. The sour smell of toxic love.

You can do better. You can be better.

I can do better. I'm better.

Gods child I was. Satans spawn I became.

Redemption is in need of a war of a warrior vs the mental disease of a roller coaster. I'm
Coasting on a slippery slope. I'm leaning and swerving into traffic.

STOPPPP !


I lost it. I lost it. Where is it. Who are you and I in this sentence. Who is Tyler ?

A weirdo psycho with tangible authenticity to create a reality blessed with duality. A artist with truth but a weapon of danger. A danger to me myself and I. The lie I tell myself -

You can have one more. Just one more.

Not no more. No not no more. No more not no more.