from the outside
in
ready to destroy
working hard to bring
death
to life
knowing how to
tear down
watered
all around
forming quicksand
for no one
to come near
one
right
after
the
other
domino effect
of thoughts
never good
never helpful
always deceiving
until
water’s under your feet
quicksand
pulling you
under
buried alive
in negative thinking
quicksand
“Counterfeit Quicksand”
standing in the past
almost hard to move
‘how did I get here’
seems to ring inside
the eyes are the lamp to the soul
why wouldn’t Satan deceive by sight Continue reading
