War

Feeling lost has been a familiar feeling. So much so, Anxiety becomes inert, Even if you believe you're exhaustively reeling. Those nerves become numb the more your mind goes blank. Like pieces of paper resting soundly til they feel every scratch, From a pen your entire soul has been imprisoned in... Derivative of Sin. You'll... Continue Reading →

Tired Of Witnessing Love Die…

Nobody wants to be there, Nor here. As I also just want to disappear... Be my own puppeteer, And control myself a little better while I'm under the weather. But, Whatever. I keep writing verses, Helping those who are hurtin', Even if my own words don't help me most of the time... It's hard to... Continue Reading →

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