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Adverse AffectsThese memories are like stop motion pictures as I sift through the scenesAdverse Affects
They aren't becoming anymore atleast, not on me
These names are like unwanted trophies habituated to my personalities
Never-the-less they make me bleed a fickle reminder that I am me
But smiling I'll gladly paint the town red tonight, one last time


Deeply SedatedYou, the out of the ordinary. The one that never seems to care.Deeply Sedated
You veil your truths underneath black velvet 'cause it feels better against your skin.
But still, underneath, you bleed so easy. I'll never forget the taste.


My Sweet DelusionThey no longer compose me, these voices inside my head. They only mock and converse amongst themselves.My Sweet Delusion
Their darkness resentfully grinds at my bones. I bare their company though. I haven't had it in so long.
All their incoherent thoughts tear at the walls with their jagged edges. Soon, I'm afraid, they might escape.
These voices. These voices. They, no longer lie.


God's EconomyWe swallow the lie challenging our sensibilities. In the emergence,God's Economy
consider the possibility
of getting tainted.
To be perfect, the qualified sacrifice.
I've been known
to conveniently create and deal with the inequities. Don't be disheartened when others forget.
I tried again, falling off once again.
Cling to bitterness, a sarrow behind all beauty. And live, inspite of obvious deprivation.
God's economy,
inside out, is available to all.
Look forward to seeing some of your deviations.
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