
Melodic syntricity
Break silenced walls
Ignite the worlds inherited
Smashing, Tumbling, Crashing
Weight beared upon my core
Heads risen high
Om of echoes many
Decimate shade of cloaks
Destin for sepulcher
Fear.
Has met.
No strength like this
Love of one
Love of many
Eyes wide bright
Breathe.
Poise.
Life.
Together.
No journey too malice
Afflicted or brutal
Could slaughter.
My angels
Our spiritual kin
In which
I name
My creator
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
Creaky door
Old cardboard
Young boy, Alone
Aerosol poisons
Catacomb blue
Dripping.
Dripping.
Dripping.
Nose close
I.n.h.a.l.e
More.
I.n.h.a.l.e
Aerosol elixir
E.x.h.a.l.e
Despair Gone
Creaky door
“Are you ok?”
I’M FINE.
-
-
For now.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
I feel.
The past,
I was.
The tomorrow,
I am not.
The Right now,
I am.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
Shades of wind
Ever so subtle
Warmth of the sol
Embrace the soul
Ever so gently
Like a newborn
Amidst his blanket
Ever so kind
Our sunset eyes
Drawn to rest
Ever so peacefully
Till awaken
By the lunar breeze
Ever so gracefully
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
Cassie May
Oh so colorful
And gay
Influenced at birth
Of tainted blood
And death
Hits of the second hand
Bulbs burnt of anger
So fierce
Eyes of beauty
Visions violets
Upon ruptured grounds
Disorders of impending doom
Shoveled beneath insomnia
And psychosis
Pits of stench
And over ripened silhouettes
Consume the nights
Day exists.
Only to succumb to the night.
Lower pains
Life trembles
Beneath the surface
Like padlocks and hollow doors.
Life swollen inside
The size and stench
Of a decomposed head
First bled three hundred nights before
Cassie May
Oh so colorless
And dismay
Covered in red
Nobody knew
Till the night it falls
Silenced at birth
The angel of death for two
Gave life to you
Cassie May
So gorgeous and pained
Lives in death
So colorful and gay.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
What if?
The shadow world
Could teach.
Could teach us
equality, Equality
Think about it.
From a grey
Perspective.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
A war fought
Is a battle begun.
A battle begun
Is a change at work.
A change at work
Is a bright beginning.
A bright beginning
Is a flickering bulb.
A flickering bulb
Is a thought.
A seed.
An action.
A belief.
A truth.
A cause.
A purpose.
A solution.
Your fight
Is our battle,
Grasp my hand
Let us walk.
Together
In might
And main.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
I have purpose
Therefore
I am
Humanity.
Therefore
We are human
Kind, I am
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC