“You have no business being a pastor…”
Jarring. Malicious. True.
Tag: Writing
V I C E
Feel it in my bones
Dejection takes its hold
Creeping through the back door
Burning down my front porch
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 