"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Child-like.Getting old is not an option while I live through the wild-life.In a world full of animals in a concrete jungle burning down while I,Seek an escape through the only path that's still intact.The only path where joy is never found through a glass,On the rocks while stung by the down pour.The only path where... Continue Reading →
Old.Brittle.Yet,Young,Full of life without much direction.Crackles in every step,But,A drive rolling along as smooth as each drip from my olen wounds.Those tears falling from a broken heart I keep trying to mend,But,Just can't seem to find the right glue…
Grudges.Why do some cradle it with vigilance?Like,A crying baby first held as soon as their born into the arms of their dying mother?Who knows I let mine go,But,How is benevolence maintained when you are shrouded and targeted by those!Mentally frayed by every blow hardly endured from their own fists?As a tenderhearted man seeking atonement,Your heart... Continue Reading →
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