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Death beseeches you,
The darkness swallows you
Blinding you
One by one you loose something
Running, running as fast as you can

Hiding the light
Where angels sing a tearful song
Calling to you
You can no longer hear them
As they beg you to return

sight lost
taste forgotten
numb to the touch
you cry to hear a sound
memories begin to fade

your

When I am asked to speak for the reason I hold, for the passion and admiration I have for art, I honestly don’t know where to start. The reasons are in my head in perfect clarity yet hidden in a box I cannot access, leaving me with difficulty to type the reasons onto this clean sheet of paper as to why art draws me in ( Read more... )

gang culture, media over exaggerates the issue at hand making all teenagers to be subjected to stereotypes, that causes the cops to target the teenagers in constant stop and searches.

As twisted as fate may seem, it may have waited for me; patiently, waiting to launch onto thee. The burdened weight that lay onto me, as I beg to be let go; as you chain me down, relishing the memories of the past sin I've committed. Imprisoning me in my own memories, I finally break the silver coils of chains that twisted me to a paralyzed hold. I ( Read more... )