We are the underground poets of the universe.

We write to ease our pain from our own shadow,

We clothe our flesh, feelings & emotions into written sins,

Mask our aspirations to repent,
Dreams may be unholy, yet it is the highest liberation.
                  Over generalized written statement,
                                           Signed.
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                                                                                         ©MH

Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting an eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.

I've got a confession to make
I know it wasn't my place
But the gun found in my possession I had to take
No choice, but my fears to face
Now the ******* lie dead in the sun
And bake!

❤️❤️❤️❤️

It's double or nothing
In trouble for something
Cause I'm high on sprite
And flyer than a kite