"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 →
An apartment.An instrument.An encounter before I had the chance to lay eyes on her.Is what he has that I don't.He made her heart sing before I could've.He laid her down on a bed with nothing around,But,The keys to a heart mine desires to open and mesh with.If only...If only destiny brought us together in time,Before... Continue Reading →
Fiddles can be heard in the background the closer I get to what paradise is,For an inner child trying to find what made him smile before my flesh lost its innocence,Voluntarily.As I help him search through everglades fed tears dirtied by my refusal to let go of my past,Part of me can't help,But,To dance to... Continue Reading →
