I’ve given up on life so many times that my dreams have become my safe haven.
Darkness in my eyes and my soul, inside I’m the color of the ravens
I put the pen to these lines and they’re always apocalyptic
If life was measured in rhymes, not pennies and dimes, I’d be the Midas of this shit
My silence implodes, within my mind is only conversations in prose, they’re the voices of my one thousand victims
It’s a hallowed hall, impenetrable walls, I’m the epitome of these cruel dictums.
The imposter must be refuted, to me the failure is imputed…
I shall no longer be muted.
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