She asked me if she should put the word out, now that I was coming home..
.. I don’t know why.
She knows my prose is addictive..
..lethal.
She knows I spit fire.
She knows my questions burn and will never be extinguished.
I’m never coming home.
She knows.
My soul is captured in her stare.
Hands crippled by my craft; I am no longer a craftsman..
No longer a man of my word but I still speak with the depth and darkness of oceans.
A false Prophet.
A fools profit.
But She is far from naive and has nothing to lose.
Now she just stares and although I can no longer charm her with my craft,
My soul is captured in her stare..
..and when she closes her eyes, I’m hers.
This moment has happened an infinite amount of times..
And yet, I never. See. It coming.
And I am never prepared for it.
(You) never cease to remind me that some things..
..never change.
Somehow we always seem to follow the same patterns
I am always left amazed.
I seem to trip and stumble through this sort of thing.
I would like to say it’s through necessity but the truth is I’m just reaching out to you (her)
Well, reaching out as far as the single digit it takes to pour my heart out
(Technology these days)
No ink spilled, no paper, no mistakes, no idleness; lest the devil makes work and real intentions are shown.
You are so meticulous and structured in your prose..
..I just trip and stumble.
I have gained amazing Power.
The more I learn to control it;
The intricacies, rules and limits..
The greater it grows.
In fact,
I feel that the more…
…the more I lose myself.
“Life imitates art far more than art imitates life” OW
My weakness is yet to be taken advantage of..
…It’s quite evident what it is though.
I’ve read this graphic novel many times, I know exactly what I’ve done.
And I’ll do it again.
Many people are frightened of the dark.
The dark allows the darkness within to expand, escape and augment the world around us.
The light keeps the dark away. Hidden inside the heart, mind and soul..
Concentrated.
The light hides the darkness within all of us..
..but you can’t hide from me.
Many people are frightened of the dark..
..I (embrace) it.
I wanna talk to you and tell you how much you meant, miss.
I wanna redo some shit but that time has been spent, miss..
..and I’m left to reflect on that shit, like the rest of the shit that I’ve done and moved on and regretted that shit but I’ll do it again and again and again, miss..
She said there’s not many that could hold her.
She handed me the world and told me that it’s mine.
But it was to heavy for my shoulders..
..I didn’t understand that it takes time.
She said that she’d be hard to get along with and gave me half of her and said “it’s yours if I can fix you”
I said “I’m the last person to trust with that gift” and gave her all of hours so if she left then it would take time…
My Instagram photos have got her going mad.
She said I lack charact..
..maaan I blame Twitter.
She doesn’t understand that I can be and feel whatever she wants me to..
..in one fell swipe.
Who cares I’ve got all the 😁👍🔁❤ in the world.
😂😂😋💯
I’ve Burned many bridges to get where I am.
Lately, I’ve been finding it difficult not to get burned by the embers of the past..
..they always seem to Glow brightest at night when I try to forget.
I’ve Burned many bridges to get where I am..
.. I Just keep moving forward .
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