In the womb of grief, pain and poverty grow the seeds of shame and hypocrisy The soil of neglect and need… A warrior is birthed, a calling from Destiny. I've felt the separation and darkness, suffocate my innocence, I've been fed by the demons of every abhorrence. My eyes still scream for blindness, my heart dies in both terror and numbness.… Till only surrender or insanity can bring me refuge or fortress. Until you my Love, my heart, my breath- My muse and madness… I've found meaning, faith, hope and purpose. The battles I've lost, and the hearts I've bled.… the unpardonable whispers I set free to the wind…. I lost my life but still been breathing, I'm being robbed as I write of my own hearts beatings.… body entangled and raped by the queen of damnations, Indifference begs me to surrender, give in A warriors mercy though isnt always peace, or victory…. It is often found in the bitter last breaths of a hearts sacrifice, or in the clutching for bre...
I write about the things I learn from the struggles,triumphs,and memories of my life. Sometimes I dont have the answers, but I just need to put my feelings and experiences down in black white...