wscalz

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Verse XVII

I slowly removed the knife from my heart

Handing it back to her, she gasped in amazement

There was no blood

There was no pain

She had exhausted her power

Because she had exhausted her love

All she was concerned with was the cost of the knife

wscalz

8 reads

Death of Me

art is dying, not because of ignorance or apathy, but because it is being bludgeoned to death by a constant barrage of mediocrity and shiny objects

wscalz

15 reads

Verse XVI

when we are exhausted,

when we fail,

when we hurt,

when we bleed

when we need someone to stand up

to say, don't worry,

i got this

Love is an act

an act of contrition

for a world that deceives

for a world that lies to us

wscalz

12 reads

Verse XV

october,

when the darkness prevails and the floorboards creek

the attic dust is stirred by the arrival of winter's guests.

only to be veiled by the light of day

but the candle will show the way to where the dead have slept

wscalz

8 reads

XIV

history is clearer through the lens of time

wscalz

99 reads

XIII

i have bravely wandered into oblivion

wscalz

7 reads

XII

There will always be another hill to climb

wscalz

17 reads

VerseXI

The humid air is dense and still

The Jay's screatch and the Crow's squawk

Break the morning silence,

and mark the passage of time.

We live again today,

there is no promise of a tomorrow

wscalz

15 reads

Verse X

Life is a Dream,

It's all just a dream.

wscalz

35 reads

verse: 9

imagine

tell no one

imagine

tell no one

imagine

tell no one

imagine

fabricate what was imaginary into reality

tell everyone

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