Crucified, and left in Isolation…

Hey, hi, and hello out there. I wake up SCREAMING! and Crying in another pool of sweat, sheets soaking wet, a pile of ash as Life has not been blown back into me yet! I cannot move as I am paralyzed with fear and then it happens-it hits my pillow-the last drop, that final tear!

The well is not poisoned today, it’s dried up! I missed the sunrise and it’s not even 7am, but I can feel it real abrupt, the world is already diseased and corrupt! In the grip! Dried up, tied up, but I just can’t quit! Sit, Still, Breathe Blackwell, but all I do is cough and spit!

“Born of Zapata’s Blood”! this post and all of them in the past, are wrote with my blood. Judged because I didn’t do what you would! Unmistakably Real in a painfully fake ass world. My inner monster has been courting insanity for quite some time now and it is the deviants among us who keep society a whole.

I’m going back to bed. The world ain’t ready for the likes of me! Everybody’s blind in one eye and from the other, they cannot see!

To those of you out there in the grip, I hope. We do recover! Look around! Let me in or let me down. I am Jay and I am an addict. Stay up. Stay human too though! I love you and you matter to me.

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