Backing in to a darkness, the brightest light couldn't reach. An evil so unprecidented, even God would accept defeat. A place where strength, is of little comfort. Where your heart beats faster, and your breaths become short. Stepping in my shoes, is like carving away your life. Living on that last nerve, who won't go without a fight. This is my life, believe it or not. One day to the next, trying to not get caught. The boundaries are set, and the lines are drawn. Ten paces out, towards your last dawn. Facing your fears, with but a few seconds left. Turn around in a blaze of glory, to receive one to the chest. The walls are getting closer, the lights are starting to dim. Glad I believe in reincarnation, so I can do it all again.
Reason for writing:
Deepest disregard of all that is against creativity and expression of the artist. The blaze of glory is the release, and chest shot is the backlash. All I need is a little hatred, and it seems to fill me full of ideas
Birth sign: Scorpio
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