Take your last bresth and sip that last reflection of freedom. When the world closes its eyes, when it shuts its doors the madness will be over forever silent your only freedom shall be gone for when there is no more there is no choice
My body is sore
My mind is more
Can’t help realize these lies
Gotta compromise
One fight for another
Why I gotta be the another
Calm ur shiit
2 legit 2 quit
It’s okay
It will be
Mind fights.
~ 🧠©️🤮 ~
I went along with the play, a puppet on strings with nothing to say.
my mind loud echoing sadended thought, ripping from my memories of what I was but not.
The strings swirl wrapping around my throat, trying to sing a silent cryful note.
slowly pulling me further into the dark, slowly sinking into a stone cold heart.
The show must go on for all the billions to see, the only thing real is who I used to be.
My words I want to speak they slowly fall on back, I am the puppet and the master silence is my pact.
" In the busiest streets , My heart felt the calmness of an Ocean by looking in your Eyes"
Empty room in this pathetic excuse for social stimulation
It’s the product of another socially distorted creation manipulative presence in our place of governed nations social lies and covered eyes make up our new age segregation
Gazing into the eyes of the devil- her grip upon my soul and he lust for my impurity to become part of her iniquity. She took my hand and said “come with me” as she ripped out my last fantasy.
Some fear the wolf at the door. I welcome the monsters that loom. Bring them into my soul. Allow them into my room. Keep thine friends close but your enemies closer. But this is where the confusion begins. For I am the son of the monster. And I was raised in the sin. So the friend that I allow into my bed. Had a tail with a spire. And a horn on his head.
