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The Insane Prophet

By Kiefer JacksonPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
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I got the mind of the force lost in the eye of the storm hidden in the eye of a source and its like this...

It’s times like these you wish you could catch breath or ask for help let me take you down the path I’ve been

its times like these your coping with everything Youre holding in from yourself I can’t get away from this vision that I’m not healthy living in hell

its times like these feels like you can’t connect to people who live without a sickness or a mental disease but you can feel the illness is writin in this makes you feel that part in all of us caught in the system of a sickness illing intent

Life is precious that’s why my heart pace not given up for nothing ya that’s the mind state with a heart full of gold

Though it’s times like these im too terrified to live too terrified of death

So i try to make sense of it

some people tried to kill me off looking back it was often

Looking to stick me in a closed coffin

but they only ever tryna get the sick softened

It’s times like these we try picture the most beautiful things but we can’t

but I’m glad there’s a stereo my shits legendary carry the hype cause when it booms they clap and it creeps into the feel of the night

it leaves a sting in the crowd

booming up out of the underground sound

what a loss trapped in a disaster when it comes down to it I can’t ressolve this pain in my chest

makes my heart beat faster cause love shouldn’t be used as anything to toy with

in a straight jacket wrapped in plastic i was found out of my element

I made a choice to change the sickness into a voice

overwhelemed with these voices telling me to slit and it was happening that much I couldn’t see my self for who I was loosing contact with my sense of self hidden messages trying to reach out and see myself again the thought desensitized and numbs like nova cane now you can Catch me in that new wave shifting the movement

Sitting here with some tough luck the face hidden behind faces drag me down so I lyrically bust there seems to be no contact with karma

trying to move past this

living where there is no one to fix me but myself

you’d probably feel that if it’s going the way we do

looking for the day to shine through

hidden in memories lies a different me

but Ill never loose the battle always fight for the war

watch another day turn to night

but another day is too much ask for

and the next one is out of sight in a hopeless mind state like a date with life as a hopeless romantic

thinking how life couldve been better than damaged

Blinded by the light

but the posion has infected my wounded mind

impatiently waiting for it to get it out of my system

my death is in due time

the position I’m in will take everything out of me to put the pieces back together I guess

just looking for something better

could always arise tomorrow or any second and I pray for it

god help me let it in

But this days done and im still moving and shit

with these psycho somatic symptoms

like life could hardly be anything different

so i wrote this

Hoping people still give a shit

Cause I’ve seen a glimpse

And now I’m living it lifted attached to these joints that help me feel the music like life is still a gift

inspirational
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About the Creator

Kiefer Jackson

These words are my only escape

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