"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
For some reason, Things really do happen for a purpose we can't see. But it's, Still a bit funny how we can control our fate already predetermined by our actions, Typically made through our glaring sadness... But, On days like these, I feel as if I'm not... In control. Siding with demons forcing my hands... Continue Reading →
As an addict, Can't promise you that I won't overdose. Just a thought I felt most won't show others. A thought hidden deep within every mind, Disturbed. Every mind where silence can be heard. A sound so eerie to the Average. Yet, So comforting for the Insanely Addicted... And, What purpose do I have writing... Continue Reading →
Certain days, I am off it. The faucet I keep running while I'm sauced in, My room, All alone, With prompt and, A pen and a journal where I flaunt this, Talent I've been handed to a pair of palms that, Used to want to die, But, Now wants to live while I floss raps.... Continue Reading →
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