"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Haunted by a ghostly voice that just won't go away,No matter what I do to silence it.Vibrant it is!But,I keep writing it in,Within a line in my,Wrists.Bleeding from every vein slice open in thought of what couldn't be imagined in,A million years… What does it want?What does it say?It doesn't matter either way.I refuse to... Continue Reading →
Past,Present,Future,How does it all work?How do they all intertwine?The wounds interwoven with a stitch received in each phase of time.If you ask me,We're all grains of sand,Within an hour glass,Being squeezed through the middle of what lies,Between a top and bottom assimilating into what the other was when the script of our life,Is flipped in... 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 →
An after thought in her eyes once shimmering in love when looking toward my way.A ghost floating past a vessel familiar to my palms now bleeding from the grip of my inner rage,Flaring out in episodes as an outcast,Gone mad and all that!As I bind together ideas for the escape of the century…
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