"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Vanilla skies while driving through the Highway. Crossbronx. An express way right into the darkest Cave I have ever known to exist after suffering an onslaught, Of whips, Fists, And lips opening for loaded tongues rolling shots towards you, Off the tip... Bullets fired from the tip of the morning. Father missing, His presence? I've... Continue Reading →
Blood swirls down his tongue while it drips and paints an image of a maze made by his own Denial. A Denial he treats like a cloak of invisibility over his entire character. And, As I gazed into his self-induced demolition, I noticed he had bit his tongue when it was time to speak truths... Continue Reading →
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