my addict status

How can I, the brightest pheonix be afraid of the nght?   Too paralyzed to fly, how i feel about the darkness insde im too tierd to describe. Spiders the size of my anxiety climbing skyscarpers and try to fight with lightsabers, all while im drinking coffee plotting to put a bullet in the chanber to break the silence with my trigger fanger. In my stasis of amazement, i gander past the anguish phases, and imagine as i turn the pages, i wonder what the other side is like as i begin my integration without the same hesitation that used to hold my soul so tazered. The chains once tamed within my veins now slither from their holes alone along a landscape forming red wet roads, as they converge into a cocoon doomed to explode like the bloom of a rose under gravity's control, this is how a soul is poured, and if survived, then suppose you can too, knowing that it's true life is cruel but simotaneously beautiful.