Poet Introduction i am a dark writer, i write about the desolated and the dead. i say to all who struggle: who told you that you are worthless, who told you that you are without hope and full of despair?
Rise up, my child, you are not alone These broken walls and blood stains, they are not your home Yesterday lies in the waste; today you lost your mind The grieving voices follow, creeping from behind
This is not your home, we are preparing for the next A life of pain and agony, a struggle for each breath A fear of what you’ll find when you look into the mirror The water may seem murky, in a few days it will clear
With haste we end our fate; a noose, a gun, a blade With actions made upon oneself, these cannot be changed This is not your home,...
Angelically sinister The voice of the songs involving beautiful death Freedom from the chains that “held you stagnant” In your departure- You placed the blanket over my angry child Indeed, strength existed within your core
Phenomenally disastrous Longing for love while desiring acceptance A world you were but blind you saw In your existence- Unwillingly advocating, a voice of abuse The burning consumed you while you drowned
Reigning sand Without the dirt rare flowers will not bloom The world on...