"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Artist:Lost,Broken souls in search of meaning through mediums I call a gift and a curse.One can either sketch a drawing making eyes squint in disgust,Or widen eyes elated by the beauty they've immersed themselves in.A painter can either paint a picture framing a grin on your face,Or stain your mind with the kind of darkness... Continue Reading →
Liars.They're as widely spread as marshmallow clouds on a hot,Spring day.They're minds are like seesaws with two versions of themselves going up and down,Up and down,Without ever coming to a stop until,The seesaw breaks.Cracking as soon as one side gets too heavy for the other to carry.Snap!…It goes…No more jumping,And,Running around the same circle of... Continue Reading →
An Asylum of artists is,Where my soul belongs.Normal?I am not.More so abnormal with how I belch from a belly growling for a song,I and others can say to.Grateful,I am,To exist as an outcast while on an edge as fatal as,Every slip into an abyss we can't climb back from… It's a blessing,Really,More than a curse... Continue Reading →
Couldn't quench my thirst with a river of tears,So,I'm back tearing up a page with a pen drawing out my fears,And,Placing them in front of me.A battle for the ages!Set on preparations for the day I meet my savior.Racing is my heart as I savor my erasure.From a world I wasn't meant for,Yet,Meant to be... Continue Reading →
