THE CRAZY SUSTAINS(fragments of salvation)

It's been quite a change,
since the angels were silenced.
My days are forced into a storm.
Expression is muffled,
and distance is hazed.
The others are sensing my vulnerability.
Circling my sleep,
and prodding the perimeter for weak points.
I took the protection for granted.
I've never fought them off alone.
Shadows toy with my senses.
Laughing at my paranoia.
The woman watching the crystal ball,
is uneasy with my presence.
Sanity paints a certain organization upon your glow,
and since mine was slipping...
It read like a neon billboard.
She told me,voice quivering,
"I see you smiling again in the future"...
"Although"...I leaned into her whisper.
"My crystal ball is cracked,
so I may be seeing it wrong"...
I couldn't help the ridiculous laughter,
as I shattered it against the wall.
I held a jagged piece close to her neck.
"You were right" I said.
"I am smiling."
She ran into the street,screaming,
as I dug that glass into my flesh.
The spiritual block,that I once had,
was powerful enough to stop Satan himself.
Many of times,I saw his cold hand,
pressed ever so close
against the shield...
Now...
I seek help from phony mediums,
and false prophets.
I watched the blood dance down the drain.
So many shades of red
stayed vivid in my head.
The city's lights blend,
and the street moves me miles from myself.
I started losing time.
In front of a church,
with a slain demon in my arms...
It almost made it
into who I am.
They are,for sure,
fighting their way into my abandoned shell.
My fellow man calls it crazy.
Calls ME crazy.
Well,if that is what it is,then so be it.
For it is the "CRAZY" which exposes the creatures.
I do not resent God for muting the angelic voices.
I know the story of Job,
and I will soon wake to hear...

I'm going home.