"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
My vitality lies within a poem ripped out from the ruins of a heart I don't often visit,As blood glistens on a palette I tap on visciously with an eisel out of madness.My lifeforce,A blessing,A gift I've adorned as a shield within war,I've never signed up for as I course through it with class… What... Continue Reading →
Ascendance.A rise to power,Fame,Is what a lost soul like yours seems to crave… Repentance.A change from who you've been,Is a thought most seem to think of with,Disdain… But,Inevitable it is,Isn't it?Our need to turn the other way?From sin.An otherworldly impressment of fear amongst individuals who seek a manufactured spotlight… Must you grab hold of everyone's... Continue Reading →
Delusions of grandeur is something I promise myself to never fall back into regardless of where my life stands at any period in time. It's something I hope never poisons the heart of anyone with intentions to love others around them even when it stings most. Because, with how much darkness every ounce of delusion... Continue Reading →
An abundance of power found in my departure from a home I was never part of.Apart from having no one by my side,I've never really been alone the more I looked up as a means of catharsis.Been down for quite a while now,Bar none,But,I rose from the inner depths of a Hell only mutilated souls... Continue Reading →
Reading arguments in the comment section of any YouTube video really isn't ideal. I mean, really! May seem "out of the ordinary" in an epoch dominated by cybernetic visions conceived by our Young, but! I'm much more on the "old school" side of life. While others go on a shopping rampage for that big ole'... Continue Reading →
That's why I picked up a pen, To right my wrongs, And repent for all, The things I've done to myself and the one I've bawled over. For so many nights. Courting accountability as I should've in the first place while sober... There is power in being an Author. Knowing how to solder words together,... Continue Reading →
Both wrists were grabbed as I was convinced to enter a circle I would never want to leave. All I knew were slaps on the wrists while held back from a chance to live and be me. Walked to Butler Hall as all I could do was wait and just see. What this escape was... Continue Reading →
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