OdeIn all that you asked me, the breath in my lungs The wind through my body could not coax my tongue My words had caught behind my motionless jaw My soul has been stolen by your devil’s claw The dreaded inquiry, how should I retort? Is this judgment essential, or only a sport? If the truth is what should be, then what does it oppose? If I lose my expression, will I know where it goes?Ode
A lie would feel dirty on my tongue’s tip My clothes are too worn, so, torn, I shall strip But when one is in tatters, is there a definite side In which our heart, mind, and soul
MirrorLook inside what only is exterior An equal amount of what looks inferior Witnessing an entity you never have before A persevering scenario that perplexes you much more You gaze at it and it stares back It contains no more than what you lack Tap the casement and it will sever A window that will reflect foreverMirror
Broken shards of what was lost Renovate the pieces or compensate the cost It was your imperfection that mirrored onto your name Now somehow you realize your life won’t be the same
Endeavoring but failing to notice what was left behind Sight
Free Ride To NowhereSo this is death, it’s all that I wanted I didn’t have breath for what I had said I’ll add to my scars, and all that I counted Will no longer matter once I am deadFree Ride To Nowhere
So this is death, as the blade carves my skin I have nothing left after what you had done This beautiful sickness is forbidden sin As my day dreams and nightmares merge into one
Everything is all your fault Everything was all your lie My open wounds burned by salt It’s all your fault I want to die
So this is death, all that you wanted I know this is what you ho
Ebony DreamAn ebony dream Mixed with a vivid green Can make even the strong fall down I don’t know if you’ve heard But a frowning black bird Cries out the sorrow of an abused crown The thoughts in my head Collide with what I have said The thunder follows the light Not far trails the cloud Bearing its tragic ashen shroud Disturbing the once peaceful night Oblivious child, you’re turning wild And blind men are losing their trust Everything I know is no longer in tow I risked life itself for my lustEbony Dream
Caws the black crow What have yo
Oh, the horror!
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I can't draw for the life of me. This is why there will be no drawings here. Be thankful! I do write, however, and I will keep it nice and angsty for the deviant effect. Oh, yes! Perhaps photography. Not very good photography, though. And, just to clarify
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