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There is a kind whose paths leave emptiness.  A plight that cares not beyond its current thirst.  The ones who shed its own blood.  Us. Advertisements

An Equation. 41

Out of our time, I had rhyme. Out of your pit,  I had no leech. Now I’m here,  alive and well with a tale to tell; but just for you,  Hell.

An Equation. 40

We could’ve had a blast if not for the demons of our past. We would’ve had the future shine but not for the dark of our minds. We should’ve had our hearts placed in more than just a glass safe. We could’ve would’ve should’ve been more than this world’s death.

An Equation. 38

You were a time, the only one I called mine; reminded me of a time, filled with roses and rhymes; held me at a time, through fantasy’s lines. You were a time, my broken spine; reminded me of a time, a bloodshot of pine; held me at a time, I didn’t call mine.