"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Stalk me as much as you feel necessary.Waste as much time as possible living a life so sedentary.All you do is sit and watch my moves with a pocket filled with copper tunes,Jingles only addicts are familiar with while you pop a few,Pills if you don't feel like "crushing" your dreams at the moment.A vampire... Continue Reading →
Only two more days,And…I feel as if I'm holding on for dear life.Startled,Of all things,But…I only have one goal in sight… Sobriety.So elusive,Yet,So close to me everywhere I go as long as I choose to,Lose it.Dispose of it instead of using it,For managing a Molotov of emotions by setting on fire with every flick of... Continue Reading →
Words have been hard to find lately.I've been angry,With no one to hug while armed with a joint baking,In the middle of a palm I'm trying my best to take back control of before,I need anymore saving than I already do.A palm that once did everything I commanded it without question!But,Now it won't listen unless... Continue Reading →
The Void.A place where no man nor woman full of joy would dare dwell in.A lifeless vacuum imbibing everything uplifting a smile unseen in Darkness.An eternal damnation where those who have given up drown in,Their only place of contentment…It's…It's nothing but a place full of horrors our human eyes cannot fathom without,A faith in Light... Continue Reading →
To be He who is never sought out,By Day-walkers and Night Owls,By relatives with an audacity to steal my towel,Every time I drop tears forming oceans of pain coming from the bottom of my bowels,By anyone who claimed they cared when I couldn't have my fowl!Feels like…I don't exist in a world burning from Lucy's... Continue Reading →
Sometimes,All I can do is sit down and stare into space with a face more blank than a canvas painters are afraid to touch.Feel pinned against a wall with a dagger as big as my list of mistakes throughout the last three years of my pathetic existence.Seemingly possessed by a vengeful spirit too exhausted to... Continue Reading →
Age of the Zombies.In Abercrombie & Fitch and a blunt in one palm,Weak spirits in the other on a floor I'm mopping.With a faith unseen nowadays while I graze every scene with a beat!I make with a teething mouth while boxing…Against myself with a pen and pad I crease.By the swipes of my pain across... Continue Reading →
Mornings like these I can't seem to rhyme any word together without being disgusted.All I can do is spew out sentences that will get me no where while I,Cry.Because,That's all I've been doing lately.Nothing but a tsunami of tears trying to drown away every thought of suicide,Knowing I'm a world laughing in my face the... Continue Reading →
Nobody loves me,But,I'm okay with knowing that.Because,God seems present in my life while gifting me a pen and pad.A pen and pad I could talk to any time I feel sad.A place where I could be honest.A place where I can admit how I want to die and get off this,Earth that doesn't feel like... Continue Reading →
No one cares for the woes of a Man.But,It doesn't bother me.All it is,Is an anchor for a mind swimming inside of muddy waters while "bombs keep bursting!"Why get caught in crossfire heat-seeking starry eyes burning for a life turning upside down from the same anthem you keep rehearsing?Under lights where most voices crack under... Continue Reading →
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