God Can't Save Me

God can't save me, only I can.

I haven't had the time to sit and process what I've been through since I decided to ink my work into my skin and commit to a path that would define the next decades of my life. The realization only to know that there is no prize to perfection, only an end to pursuit haunts my wakening reality.

The reversion towards mediocrity, the insurmountable expectations to provide, the internal harrowing of my inner being due to the the trauma of a self devouring environment.

Rambling and rambling the reality I've soon to embrace with no sense of what word or action comes next beyond the impulse of desire, the drive to make change, and the ambition to compete.

I pull out each knife, arrow, and shard of glass from my back from the past knowing only forward, stare into the abyss long enough and it stares back at you.

God can't save me, only I can.