The Controlled life of an Unfree spirit.

16,the time for experimenting,the time for fun,the age of the free mind and body.This year was supposed to be mine.Yet it was crushed by my own blood,my own mother. “Sure Shaun you can wear whatever you want,wear your individuality with pride.”But as soon as I walk out of the door with black nails I am… Continue reading The Controlled life of an Unfree spirit.

Abyss

His eyes are full of dark abyss His kiss is the only thing I’ll miss The kiss, of death To keep me sane without doing meth Give me the energy to stay

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sorry il eft some of te poem out when i typed it ~born again yet unwilling wnating to stay but needing to go heavens breath so litghtly breathing hell’s angels forever screaming into earth i bare myself til freedom’s day soon be delt.~