Mirror mirror on the wall
Can you see this man
He is about to fall
He is broken and sad
His day is so ******* bad
Mirror mirror on the wall
Are you reflecting what you see in me
All I see is an epitome of mediocrity
All I am is black, how come my reflections are shiny
Maybe there's something in me
That I couldn't see
Reflections, such a bunch of lies
How can you look so whole
When I'm blue as the skies
Heart weighs a ton
I seek no pity
I just want to rest
From this unwanted reality
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
It's funny how we measure intelligence on how we mindlessly follow things that tells us what we are supposed to be.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Everyone strives to have their satisfaction met. But no one knows that living is just about having a beautiful death.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
Don't be hindered by your success being unrecognized. Just remember that no one stares at the sun when it is the brightest.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
I'm scared to sleep a lot
Cause I might get to big
Mommy told me to drink my milk
Or else I won't get big
Doesn't eat too much
I might get fat like a pig
And now I'm old
I blame my mother
Girls always say
Daddy it's so big
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
Under these stars
Over these grasses
We will make love
Whisper cold voices
Under these seas
Over these mountains
We will shout to the Gods
And burn their crosses
Under these blankets
Over these sheets
We will exchange heat
Committing sins are our prowess
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
Cover your mediocrity.
With your digital identity.
The semi-logical fuckery.
Of the modern technology.
The start of a new generation.
A flood of false information.
Have caused the war of miscommunication.
And as we feed on fake emotion.
Our intelligence suffer from deterioration.
All is temporary.
Type delete save an image of a rosary.
Pathetic pixelated society
Who ***** you for being holy.
Make a mistake, that's what keeps them happy.
Lowlifes that only has a kilobyte of memory.
End times have come.
Where knowledge is neglected.
It is a war but normal to some.
Oh how I love to join but I am
Disconnected.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
Dark are the times where we lose our embers.
A signal for feast to night dwellers.
Their eyes glow in the darkest of corners.
We live in fear as the shadows turn into hunters.
Seek help of the holy ghost.
That it will help us through the obsidian night.
Times where we are abandoned by light.
Hide until its bright.
Sheets turned into fortress.
Hoping it will hide us from its grasp.
Wet are the pillows and mattress.
Praying that it will **** us last.
It ***** the life out of you
Sunders your soul from thy body.
It is the image we create when we are lonely.
Vampire that feeds on esteem, and it is deadly.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC