"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
My pen,Surrounded by an array of instruments,Is instrumental to my survival.It's a different kind of music,For ears of a broken soul losing,It's touch with reality through bridal concessions.Broken by an ebb and flow dissipating smoke covering their hidden potential,Through words I sing from the cries of my retinas.Converting darkness into light I've needed to drive... Continue Reading →
Promises...I'm exhausted with,Making what I shouldn't keep while I'm lost in this,Thought process I've been trying to escape at all costs...Will it,Burn me alive,As I gas out and crash from being so sleep-deprived?Only God knows.All I know,Is the hard time I've been having,As I arrange a flow pattern,Used to depict a disaster,That couldn't be stopped... Continue Reading →
Peaceful,The city is when it's empty of people.Words can't describe how gorgeous It is while walking through its wind tunnels of silence.Its beauty outweighing how ugly the entire world can be.How putrid the stench of everyone's breath when intoxicated by their own falsified glory.Every heart calcified by disasters that could've been avoided by caring more... Continue Reading →
Freedom,Is what you gave me by leaving,Regardless of how wrong it was to hurt you.Your departure gave my life more meaning,More than the moment you said,"I love you…"As I was left to work through,My vices.All alone,Within a glass home shattering above me,By the vibrations of your silence… Here I am,Now sober at the end of... Continue Reading →
