No title
My soul is naked
Reality has ripped every article of my being
Dripped in an invisible clothe of intoxication
Unconscious
What is the reason for my breathing
Sunday 1st May 2022 3:15 am
Behind the Mask
While viewing a black man I see more than just his mask
I see damage strain and the wounds of his reality
Envisioning their endured generational adversity
Depicting the torment, flesh torn and mental agnony
Visualizing present time then reversing to slavery
Desecrating the black mans strength, demanding an end to his legacy
Weeping from the tales of abuse cascaded by the Man
...
Saturday 14th August 2021 8:01 am
Already on my page for a quick show case but its called: Hello
Being Above
The highest king
I have a question for the creator of all things
My words are fierce, but my tongue is pillaged
I ask am I here for demolishment
Am I here as an experiment, the effects of the human plague
The disease called humanity
I have been sucked dry, drained of empathy
Currently seeking refugee
Posting signs looking for souls misplaced like me
I'm pr...
Friday 13th August 2021 11:23 pm
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