As identity collapses

What is it I experience, how do I know - if the use of it through this voice is all nothing but a lie.

I have this voice.

And the weight of it is a freedom from all suicide.

Why do people wait to be free, when the wanting to wait for it is all they need.

(Why did we become slaves to the thought.)

The same thought that we were not meant to examine things.

How do I hear that voice in my life that is the good.

The good in things.

The voice is not the one in my head.

That voice only sings.

And because I think of things this profoundly,

it makes me wonder who I am.

What desires I have will never come, fulfilled.

It is in my heart that things are my salvation.

And the heart is where they will stay.

As I remain the mortal man,

whose desires are not my own.

Because I see - everything.

And this is my greatest skill.

Let it rain.

Let it rain as it cleanses my face,

and deepens my core.

I love the feeling of being wet.

Drenched in the water that rushes down my adrenaline filled body.

Because in this adrenaline filled world,

the world is fueled by your soul.

And how real is that, asks - you.

I just sit and wait for it.

That when it comes to me, I'll know.

And that is so - so nice.

Where nothing matters but your sacrifice.

In that moment,

that moment you felt sacred.

Too scared to admit you ran from fear,

the fear that caused you trouble.

Trouble that was near the heart, too close.

Let it all collapse.

Just collapse into your angels arms.

-Marco