Lights On

I Stopped writing cuz my head was clouded

rhymes turned to journals 

shrouded with memories that needed to stay hidden

nothing i take pride in but all is forgiven...

Back to that outlet 

Powers rerouted 

Bass in my voice,

 Im back to getting loud b***h

Creature straight outta King's Mist

Premature church bells

 My growth yells

 Skills, sell

Dead memories

Take my stories and retell

That with a happy ending

Unheard of  

No need for defending

Loyalties gone to all and i truly fear no one

But still my hearts bending 

Reviews

[silent poet]

dead memories
take my stories and retell ..This was truly deep. It was like rebirth. you came back better than before, like nun else lingers. But in so ?so much does. very nice write