"For out of the overflow of one's heart, one speaks."
Matthew 12:34b

And when I taste the words on my tongue, it apalls me to think about the sewer within.

How often have I let my tongue go ahead of my head!

It seems tied to some darker part of me, wild and red-eyed like a mad horse frothing from the mouth.

Snakes slither past my teeth and bite with venomous sacarsm; slow poison laced with foolish arrogance and bloated pride.

Such things lurk in my heart, constantly seeking to dominate my mind.

Yet like the knave that auctions his honour, I believe I profit.

It is these frustrating moments, trapped behind walls hardened by habit; sapped by a drugged will; that I carve these remembrances of sanity on my cell wall.

Let all who pass by here know that I was not always like this.

When this time of testing is over, and I pass through unbroken, let all praise go to the Lord God Almighty.

When it is over, then let this be a stern reminder to me :

I was once like this.