Morbid

I like where your writing from today. Keep facing your demons.

they do need their asses kicked :-) thank you for the read and the comment :-)

If I tell you what my demons showed me, my beautiful Mystique and the lovely Crimsin will rise up in defense of me. Let's just say they didn't play nice. But I'm working on tuning out their noise and making a little of my own. These dark moments pass. We just have to hold to the lights we can find until they do. Sending you so many hugs and a million candles to light the way.

you always know the right thing to say :-) Huge big Hugs :-)

David I love you my friend
those demons of yours are cruel
mine are cruel in a different way
they've deserted me leaving me to face reality
I hope writing helped defeat yours today..

love & hugs Brenda

for me, writing always helps a Bit :-) lOTSA bIG hUGS :-)

David, dear friend.....My heart goes out to you! Your words reached into my soul.  My demons delight in gaining strength by ingesting the energy from my dark,irrational, anxious 'what-ifs', and negative memories...all those from the past that i cannot seem to successfully deal with. It's a regular feeding frenzy for them, and today, i somehow managed to continually provide the buffet.

But...before i journey too deeply into my own darkness, i remind myself that i do have friends, whose sparks of honest caring i can carry with me. So, when fused all together, they become the bright flame that guides me thru. and brings me back to the llite. My demons held at bay.....for at least one more day.

I hope that by channeling some of your thoughts into writing,your demons have ceased their tormenting hold on you---for a long time to come! Please know that i care about you, and will be a spark that you can add to your guiding-flame....

Sending you the strength of White Lite's Energy, and the healing powers of Blue.....along with extra smiles, and warm, tight, comforting HUUGGGSSSS!!!  

WRITING IS ALWAYS THERAPUTIC - EVEN THE FUNNY STUFF:-) Slaughtering the madness is important :-) Lots and lots of big hugs :-)

Wow!! It is morbid..but sad reality for some.
Very nicely written.:)

you are dead right - for some it is a reality :-( thank you for the read and comments, much appreciated :-)

David, those demons need a tongue lashing from the three of us sisters like My Lovely Luna said! My Beautiful Brenda, My Lovely Luna and I will send them off cowering in the corner and they would remain there dammit! Pull from all you hear everyday, from all of us and know THOSE to be truths in your heart...DarkEnchantress also says it perfectly...and I thank her as well...keep writing it out as you tell them loudly to shushka!

A gazillion hugs sent your way and each one of them with tons of love!

xoxo Taryn

Yeah - we can do them as a four person tag team (lol) :-) a gazillion + 1 hugs on their way to you :-)

I think your demons are magnificent. Their honesty delineating the frailty of humanity causes one to pause and reflect on the purpose of life. We born...we die; and in-between we write. Looking forward to reading more of your demons.

I want to kind of agree with you - I work on the premise that I try to make friends of these demons just before politely tell them to fuck off :-) thank you very much for the read and the wise words :-)

Deliciously morbid David!  
This reminded me of a poem I wrote almost exactly three years ago...  

"afraid"

There are so many things that suck  
about living life alone  
The loneliness is obvious  
Nighttime is the worst  
Not just for the empty space next to me in bed  
Not just for the heart that never beats against my chest  
But when I try to fall asleep the phantoms come to me  
And if they take me in my sleep no one will know I've ceased to be  
Weeks could go by but for the smell  
Of my lifeless rotting corpse  
Or as my fluid leftovers seep through the floor down to the bar beneath me  
into the drinks of drunks who might wonder what's the extra in their glass?  
Until someone spots me pooling up on the barroom floor  
And then looks up to see me dripping down on them  
Right in the eye of the guy who keeps playing the dam jukebox  
Night after night with the same dam songs I've come to hate  
Maybe I can spill some of my guts into that box  
To short out the power and burn the building down to the ground  
Until that time I am up here dying by myself with no one else  
No one knows how it feels to be alone for twenty-four years  
The word loneliness died so long ago I can't remember how good it used to feel  
And whatever this emptiness has become inside my twisted tree  
Now makes me long for the nights when I could cry myself to sleep  
At least I knew that I was alive as ghosts do not shed tears  
For so long there's been no one here laying next to me  
Waking up to sunlight next to my breathless, still cold body  
When the night before I was so warm and loving as she slept  
Inside of my embrace until the morning when she wept  
So I guess it's for the best to pass away and be un-mourned  
Then be reborn a mass of gelatin in the drinks of drunks who taste loneliness  
at the bottom of each glass they down  
Until at last their sorrows drown
(JJ)

an excellent poem my friend - me and you do good morbid :-) thanks for the comment and the fine poem in response :-)

They showed me an exit door that I fought going through. The struggle is real, David.

I couldn't agree more - it is very real :-( Good luck with yours and thank you :-)

this is a fear of mine... not for myself, but i have a lover who is an amputee & wheelchair bound & when he goes radio silent, these thoughts stir in me until i feel physically ill with them.
hits me right in the feels, this one...
#ninjakittyhugs

wow, I didn't know that - regardless of love that makes your life so much harder. Amputations affect different people in different ways but anxiety and depression seem to be universal - the partner and carer also suffer If your lover needs to talk to another amputee, let me know and I will give you my email address :-) Hugemassivehugs

this reminded me of something I saw the other day: It was a funeral procession at a red light. There was the hearse, one car with a flag on it, and then the next car was the last car with all the flags on it. It was very sad yet morbid at the same time. I really wanted to know who this was and why there was only like 4 people on the way to wherever they were going...anyways, great write David, indeed wonderfully done. <3

thank you so much - it was a difficult write - I am glad you got it :-)

I totally get you, David. <3

then, you must be as strange as me :-)

one hundred percent. <3