Feel it in my bones
Dejection takes its hold
Creeping through the back door
Burning down my front porch
Tag: Death
V O I C E S
Running in circles
Color me conflicted
Am I worthless?
Or just inflicted?
1.01 – The Fear of a Child & a Grandfather’s Wallet
It heaved and shook underneath the pressure of the wind. It groaned with every passing of its weighted and timed cargo. A mass of steel, wood, and perpetual fear for a small boy…well, a small teenage boy, nonetheless. However, money talks but so does a grandfather’s love.
F I R E | F U R Y
Give way to a restless churn Wasted years for a lifeless worm Left with nothing but a choice No breathe in my lungs to even voice That it feels as though I’m all alone Only me and my fading tombstone Suffocation was all of their doing They will pay for these wrongdoings Except I lay […]
d a m n e d
Would you like to see the scars?
The ones that line up with our hearts?
Good luck because I’m blind
G H O S T
Would you miss me if I was dead?
Damn these pounding voices in my head
Could you breathe with the regret of knowing I had nothing left?
Matthew Brandon 