I howl at the moon, The stories are true, I will come for you. Can taste your essence from a mile… Nothing will stand in my way,
Out of no where their there suspe… The Ivory King in his chair float… unblemished citadel made from the… octillion prayers, Seeing him desc… accompanied by snow white orbs eve…
She destroyed the world I lived in, forgive her, never. Memories to painful to forget, To painful to remember.
Escape hate by finding a quiet pla… mediate till tranquil state. There are Pyramids to make, dimensions to break, a prison planet to escape,
I found beauty in my pain, Beauty in things that were broken. Beauty in the words that were, and…
I sit here with the license to abuse my barbiturate and vices, Their not subsiding, Lamp lights become blinding, Imagination and heart rate climbin…
Got here on the merits of my own talents, One sip of the holy chalice balanced my unbalanced malice. Now gifted with the knowing
On a hot summer day, her birthday. There was a man who took hours mak… As she melts, both with water runn… How his “love for her will never f… And how she “still lives in his he…
I spit my bars for eons! Around 9… Chained to a dead man in a dungeon… he couldn’t hear nothing. Over night, My messages of death brought him t…
In rome inside the vatican’s catac… I made a philosopher’s stone from… Paranormal activities have me in t… At home i extract genetic code fro… The Mad Doctor Doppelganger has…
You’re never alone, Together, The definition of home. She is beautiful and clever, I have to tell her,
The trace elements in his sentence… ..you couldn’t decode the encoded… Your imagination too narrow, in a… Your imagination is too narrow fro… He can imagine the unimaginable,…
Herbs and rhymes so fuckin intertw… i write all the time they say Im out of my mind and tha… Sometimes lighting fills the sky i hear angels cry when i cry...
I write sonnets nightly, You have taken your gift of writing to lightly, Your so unlike me. In a windowless room with a thousand candles burning, Im at the incursion of learning the twi...
You could not mimic how I write it or spit it. Yet I’m my own worst critic. With supervision started on a mission to master my lyrical