The Masquerade Is Burning – Day 73, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

This world…So many souls hover in it while laminated by rock indestructible for most who come across it.So many hover around colder than its freezing point in an atmosphere combustible by any means necessary.A paradox,Per say.But,A paradox most are more content with than being what they were truly meant to be.Why?So much easier it is,To... Continue Reading →

Cold Middle – Day 11, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Beef patties in a microwave for under a minute,What happens?Kind of what you're abandonment did to me.Left me in a searing rage,With a heart colder than Winter's Sea.But,Shame on my lack of vision in all honesty.Because,You've never really smiled when looking my way.You just,Looked down on me,Somberly… Yet,I understand,Dad.Because I've disappointed myself by leaving my... Continue Reading →

Dead Soil

Desiring to change your environment simply means,You understand how it has no affect on you.It means that you care about yourself enough to be where ever there lies,Truth… Sleeping in a bed of lies is like,Being stuck inside of a web of nightmares you'll wrestle with for an eternity.Just,Another silky string buckling you down within... Continue Reading →

Blind Rage

Episodes of rage take over when sober from love.Drunk by the thought of her for so long,But,It's time to show a different me.A different flow of rhythm where I only act up on a stage for the world to see.No fear while I drop bombs from a palm deterring naysayers from my life,Praying everyone survives... Continue Reading →

Why Me?

"Why does it have to be me?" The question I ask when I walk down a street,Where my feet never feel welcomed.A beast in the eyes of each person I pass while I smile with a piece of me broken.And,Only I know what rattles inside of a mind I pray for,For the moment… No one... Continue Reading →

Attention!

Attention is a hell of a drug!Especially after grabbing a mic around a crowd so desperate to get drunk and high.And I grew tired of it…Watching others surrounding themselves with 1800 bottles while I try to write a hot line?Has me wired in with!Who I really am,Instead of running away from my truths I once... Continue Reading →

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