I hate the hate I hate

I hate the hate I hate I would like to retreat into the nothingness that houses my soul I would like to burn every fucking emotion that ever had the audacity to crawl from my heart I don’t even think this falls under a cosmic sense of humour This is nothing less than torture, divined…

Boycotting the Oscars

Boycotting the Oscars Who is at fault, who is to blame? Is it Hollywood that keeps playing its game? Is the studios who decide that black doesn’t sell Or is the casting directors who put actors through hell The silver screen has been ringing with the currency of a people lost Whose accomplishments have been…

He is slowly coming

He is slowly coming It’s the ever present high pitched screech Of heavy metal being dragged across concrete The muffled sound of steps in the dark Known to never miss its mark It moves at a slow pace A tattered hood covers its face It’s body engraved with scars, its eyes pitch black His very presence…

One step away

One step away One step away from the edge My eyes are closed The darkness has always been a friend The world dwells in empty synonyms My untitled emotions are engulfed by protruding contradictions that never found a residence to sleep My soul forever aching as it craves silence My mind weary spread thin over…

She got me like

She got me like I’m floating on nothing Yet I feel like I have everything It’s her subtle hints while teasing Or maybe her face when dreaming But she is mine Every kiss is a tingle down my spine She stands above them other girls She was made to better the world Yet she doesn’t…