I've been contemplating suicidal tendencies because clear cut lies bring me clarity. The battle was brought to mind and I could no longer buy anymore time. The days - wars - grew into strives as my warming-cut's agony grew in size. I had to grow old before my time because my youth was stolen in a day-break crime. I was broken down like great towers and my newly butchered carcass was put up for sale. My rank bloodlust still held still in the stale air. I was the heir of a broken crown from this hill I was thrown down. Dethrowned and cast out, picked up like a straggling fish;
caught -wholesomly - hook and sinker. I got hooked on my sinking lows. I was never higher than when I was lower in life. A simple low life, high on a knife fight with my darker side - my double sided heart lay in the devil's harth where my better side grew apart from me. My best part departed. Half hearted
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Book I: Vox Nihili
PoetryAn open book of poetry and raps to share with the world. Letters and words are curled and woven onto the page to share in our modern age. May it relenquish you and free your soul from its cage - inspire your inner desire to set your own fires that b...
