"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Stars twinkle emphatically the darker it gets,Glowing mightily in response to your signals of distress.Their sounds of silence speak louder than thoughts disturbed by past trauma I still cry over!But…My cheeks still refuse to grin in light of Breath,Flowing through my body as I'm knocked to ground,Face down,While cushioned by a chest I believed to... Continue Reading →
Cold Like,The winds of a broken home,Destroyed by tornadoes of trauma unworthy of excuses.Humanity stained by the blood of youth as a tradeoff for cigarettes and booze so,So illusive.So much cannabis to choose from,Yet,All come with an inevitable fall when you’re too “lit,”As you watch the ashes of your dreams sprinkle on a grave dug... Continue Reading →
Trauma nickle-plated. Having dinner while elated with an appetite for the ages. Apple seeds planted by John Doe's who handed Life's answers to us kids paving, The way to destruction, Are eaten in vain and, Never is there an apology behind the way they're behaving. Ignorance is bliss when you're full of pain in, A... Continue Reading →
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