A lot of my writing is very loose and quick, while carrying heavy themes and personal experiences. I love to write in metaphors, so my writing can mean one thing, while meaning another, while meaning another. It's all supposed to be up to interpretation and clutched to what the reader feels with each line in correspondence to their own experiences. I can feel my story and you can feel yours.
Followed by unsavory deeds and a broken tongue
To with which I've followed you
and torn the old from young
I take apart a soul in two
Wires askew, wrapped around the bones in you
Feeling left about in rain unclean
Sought out in drought
drowned beneath in doubt
To follow dirty footsteps
To hold muddy hands
To with which I've followed you
and I will strip you of the strands
Waiting in an empty sunlight
Beaten down in a losing fight
Watching your skin burn in sun's fire
Pleading for sky's rain
Strumming harshly upon a lyre
Never built to endure pain
To with which I've followed you
and my nose forever tracks your scent
Lost in the frays
Blinded by the rays
Nights killed by days
In beautifully gruesome ways
HOW DO YOU EXPLORE AN ANIMOSITY
AS YOU ARE TIED DOWN BY FATE
WRITTEN BY HUMAN ANONYMITY
AN INDECIPHERABLE PROPHECY
AND A REGRET SWALLOWED HEAVILY
IT'S LIKE AN EPIPHANY
AS I ONLY WISH TO BE HEAVENLY
HOW CAN I CONFUSE THE SPECIES
WHICH WERE PAINTED BY THE GODS
AND I CAN ONLY CRY WITH BASTARDS' PLEAS
AS I DEFY THE BOOKS BY THE ODDS
WILL I EVER EXPERIENCE A SKIN UNKNOWN
WEARING THIN AFTER USE
WHILE ADORNED IN FAKE STARS AND SHINE
A GLOW UNBOUND
WITH A SULKY PRISON I WASTE WITHIN
BENEATH THE SPIRIT I AM ONLY SIN