Peaceful thoughts colliding, crashing, advice taken and put into play, completing your work. Unattach from me, for all you bring now is GRIEF…I need a new song to sing, to write, to bleed, bringing back full luminosity, that I’ve once seen. Detachment experienced with all the bliss brought feelings.
Your “humanity” downpours drowning me, suffocation, hardly able to breathe. Release this affliction, I don’t need your addiction taunting me needlessly…inspiring no more, only tears now, don’t you “see”?
Your grip no longer binds this mind, I decree, continuing the great excavation, attachment free in front of me…the light and I walk alone. Hell hounds now released, “Dismantle this web weaved meant to stop me!”