"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Stormy nights call for a song to be sung,From the deepest parts of your bowel,About all that is foul,In a life where the crows scowl,At every smile you glitter towards a night sky empty of stars… Ask youself.What reigns over your mind at the sound of thunder?Is it all who plunder your joy for a... Continue Reading →
An Asylum of artists is,Where my soul belongs.Normal?I am not.More so abnormal with how I belch from a belly growling for a song,I and others can say to.Grateful,I am,To exist as an outcast while on an edge as fatal as,Every slip into an abyss we can't climb back from… It's a blessing,Really,More than a curse... Continue Reading →
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 →
His voice?Repugnant to the Ears of a Scorn who gave Him life,For reasons unbeknownst to His curious mind.Reasons His heart can care less about ever recognizing through the fog of smoke coming from her lips any time He yearned for her love... Still.He kept on singing,Lacing words together in a rhythm her eardrums could never... Continue Reading →
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