There’s a point where all sanity cannot contain a chaotic mess…
…When the sphere of the inner most medulla is always oppressed.
That point when the entire world is crashing in your optical chiasm,
… That’s when all the embers of your miasma
Become a part of the ashes…of long forgotten dreams….
…dusting away reality from your minds seams…
You begin to take a step in the wrong direction…
… A need to find yourself….find a new addiction…
It’s a miss-conception that by drawing scars…
You can erase the past… and turn them into stars….
… Truth sets you free.
Here’s the truth….
Scars hurt too much
Scars scar the sense of touch…
Scars leave you broken….
Closer to being irreparable and leaving you unspoken….
Simply put….scars….are a story….
It’s the way to write down painful history…
Painlessly in the cranium,
Painfully, with stainless titanium:
Titanium exterior….
Uranium interior.
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| suuny days ahead..* |
We are making a mark!!!*
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