Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul. I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me. I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
…my prayer is unto thee, O LORD, in an acceptable time: O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation. Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters. Let not the water flood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
Hear me, O LORD; for thy loving kindness is good: turn unto me according to the multitude of thy tender mercies. And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily. Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it: deliver me…
(Psalms 69)
In serious need of a miracle. SOS. Calling for rescue from the empty cesspit of this life so static stark suffocating me and all that is left crucified hung upside down in this cratered graveyard garbage bin where i rest without peace unstrung and calcified at an impasse super isolated alone unemployed hopeless dead inside life is wasting away every moment of consciousness torture never felt this walled in, buried alive choking on thin foul air inside this coffin existence i am basically already a corpse gasping last breaths sequestered in this silent leper’s den of solitude a faceless cadaver wasting away cut open and gutted wallowing deep down inside the shallow grave where I die imprisoned in the hollow tomb of my mind festering unnoticed in the blur of every day another braindead motionless abortive slaughtering of hours without a blood trail all evaporating my blood coagulated inside the carcass in which i am caught up strangled and entangled, stultified without a trace of the light seeping in. frigid indifferent black hole of nothingness devouring me without end and ripping me to ragdoll shreds as the deadening darkness grows longer deeper wider crowding over me, shutting me out i scream out all the life left limp crawling coughing out the last droplets of myself liquefied in livid mutant tears and blood gone corpse cold and ossified every last spurt down to every last sip sucked out i’m sprawled out under a shroud dried out by this deadly disease that is clawing out the last remnants of my mind blinded and beaten down, stiffened stifled at this unending standstill, stranded at the very end of this dead-end. trapped with no way out no clue how to get the **** out of this torture chamber the discolored pallor of the dead canvas into which my life has spattered and shriveled into utter insignificance, a chaos of graffiti jotted across the blank defaced canvas where i rot bleeding out from the gashes all over till i am erased from this life a hapless waste till there is nothing left i am vacant, forlorn, vanquished, better off never being born. doomed to permasolitude. i wish i would fall asleep to never arise again drift off into the shapeless black deadness of eternal slumber. unemployed stagnating i struggle to keep my head up above the sludge flooding this airtight arid dungeon space i am dwindling half-vanished forgotten. null and void. this tomb of my life is where i have lingered listless swallowing the poison of the quicksand as i sink screaming without a voice left without a reason left to resist the death depleting me deleting every last inkling of this barren existence drinking the last drops of my fetid husk of flesh flailing and then comatose im dying from the ocean of pain under which ive been crippled from the toxins on which ive overdosed.
Lord I am not worthy to receive You, but only say the words and I shall be healed.
…my prayer is unto thee, O LORD, in an acceptable time: O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation. Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters. Let not the water flood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
Hear me, O LORD; for thy loving kindness is good: turn unto me according to the multitude of thy tender mercies. And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily. Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it: deliver me…
(Psalms 69)
In serious need of a miracle. SOS. Calling for rescue from the empty cesspit of this life so static stark suffocating me and all that is left crucified hung upside down in this cratered graveyard garbage bin where i rest without peace unstrung and calcified at an impasse super isolated alone unemployed hopeless dead inside life is wasting away every moment of consciousness torture never felt this walled in, buried alive choking on thin foul air inside this coffin existence i am basically already a corpse gasping last breaths sequestered in this silent leper’s den of solitude a faceless cadaver wasting away cut open and gutted wallowing deep down inside the shallow grave where I die imprisoned in the hollow tomb of my mind festering unnoticed in the blur of every day another braindead motionless abortive slaughtering of hours without a blood trail all evaporating my blood coagulated inside the carcass in which i am caught up strangled and entangled, stultified without a trace of the light seeping in. frigid indifferent black hole of nothingness devouring me without end and ripping me to ragdoll shreds as the deadening darkness grows longer deeper wider crowding over me, shutting me out i scream out all the life left limp crawling coughing out the last droplets of myself liquefied in livid mutant tears and blood gone corpse cold and ossified every last spurt down to every last sip sucked out i’m sprawled out under a shroud dried out by this deadly disease that is clawing out the last remnants of my mind blinded and beaten down, stiffened stifled at this unending standstill, stranded at the very end of this dead-end. trapped with no way out no clue how to get the **** out of this torture chamber the discolored pallor of the dead canvas into which my life has spattered and shriveled into utter insignificance, a chaos of graffiti jotted across the blank defaced canvas where i rot bleeding out from the gashes all over till i am erased from this life a hapless waste till there is nothing left i am vacant, forlorn, vanquished, better off never being born. doomed to permasolitude. i wish i would fall asleep to never arise again drift off into the shapeless black deadness of eternal slumber. unemployed stagnating i struggle to keep my head up above the sludge flooding this airtight arid dungeon space i am dwindling half-vanished forgotten. null and void. this tomb of my life is where i have lingered listless swallowing the poison of the quicksand as i sink screaming without a voice left without a reason left to resist the death depleting me deleting every last inkling of this barren existence drinking the last drops of my fetid husk of flesh flailing and then comatose im dying from the ocean of pain under which ive been crippled from the toxins on which ive overdosed.
Lord I am not worthy to receive You, but only say the words and I shall be healed.
