"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
A break.For a voice broken by the pain.Pain I feel from the second I wake,In a dream-like state I find myself lost in,Often… Offset colors blind my eyes when attempting to look past it,But,Every hue paints over what isn't tragic,With memories intending to blackout my vision for a brighter future… Red…Opaque on a mile's worth... Continue Reading →
Past,Present,Future,How does it all work?How do they all intertwine?The wounds interwoven with a stitch received in each phase of time.If you ask me,We're all grains of sand,Within an hour glass,Being squeezed through the middle of what lies,Between a top and bottom assimilating into what the other was when the script of our life,Is flipped in... Continue Reading →
No one looks the same unless they're next to doppelgangers,But,Most are outrageously concerned with whom their colors match with after,Joining parties acting as a gang,More than a group looking out for the other within middle grounds often shattered,By everybody's need to be in front of lines where they see red,Leaving others blue over green without... Continue Reading →
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