The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts. ~Marcus Aurelius~
25.2023.08
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Seeing their pain The story’s the same I hurt you. You hurt me. What is to gain Besides closer to insane
They wanted me to face the monster… When they knew I was ill prepared… Not to be shamed– I stepped right… as I squeezed. Bone crushing with bulged eyes
I feel it– bubbling up out of my… Restless Spirit– ready to take ho… Fly with me, Phoenix made of Gold… The time has come– to have my stor… Love saved me from the darkest tim…
As the vultures descend I pray to my kin Please keep me safe through the ni… Not much of a fight Say, my dragon’s alright
What’s it like Walking in those shoes. Heavy the head wearing the crown Let’s sing the blues.
Waiting for the other shoe to drop… On edge, tiptoe in the cornfield. Rip off the bandaid won’t you? It’s all become too much. Tight rope walking, one wrong move
Revenge a dish usually best served… No payback necessary for the decre… Digging their own resting holes. Tickets to hell broke the mold. To evil their soul they have sold.
What do I have to do to get them… Rumble their grounds? What do I have to do get them to… Blow their homes around? What do I have to do get them to…
In need of resuscitation– I can n… It’s hard to see the forest when y… Circumstances beyond my control ha… How many more cuts– before I no l… Confusion sets in– is this another…
It’s almost as if by design. Obliviously walking the line. Am I the only One seeing the sign… Revelations to blow the mind. The Ocean is tired of our ways.
do i want to be a child so light and so carefree when the eyes of the world weren’t boring into me a child who hears their thoughts a…
The depths of the Soul Where does yours go? Levitate in silence As the mind loses control. Winter forest, darkness green.
I could feel when you are near me. As our hearts began their rhythmic… ba dum bad dum dum ba dum ba dum d… You consume me overcoming everything I know.
Curious how the sound of you Pulls strings of my Soul I had no idea were there. Heart strings or chords What’s more is more
Some seem to have a physical mento… While mine is a bit more abstract. As sense comes to mind, Seeing the signs I realize it’s not clarity that I…