"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Exhausted. Tired. fatigued. Depleted. Empty. However you want to put it, there aren't any words out there to describe how bone-weary you'll get by endlessly dwelling on mistakes you can't rewind and undo. Once it's done, whatever it is, it's final. What's done is forever stamped into history books only your inner child can read... Continue Reading →
What is this feeling rotting inside each pit of my mangled soul,Where hot lava flows,Dropping all along a set of bones,Refusing to erode?… I don't think I'll ever know.Because,It flows in different currents,And.It's been reoccurring,During phases distinct from each other in a life I haven't been sure of,For the last several years… A guaranteed misery!Pondering... Continue Reading →
Moments like these, there's only one hypothetical situation that reels through my mind no matter how hard I try not to imagine it. Nothing but the silence of leaves and trees surrounding me. Crickets, roars, hisses amongst other sounds pervading my ear drums in ways that make my stomach squirm as it growls for prey... Continue Reading →
His lower spine feels like that one pencil you'd suffer Writer's Block with. Slammed around for every moment you wish to scribble away the hurt you feel, But, Can't. Knows how to relieve himself of this pain, But, The thought of confronting that demon? So daunting...
m3l0dicverse 