Loathe

My deeds and gestures go unseen, as the scarlet letter forever burns on my forehead skepticism reigns branded in your mind, innocent moments transformed into wicked transgressions and why should you punish me, when I hold the nails steady as you crucify me, and wipe my own blood from the floor? your vultures continue to pick clean the very sin off my bones, and a simple smile from your face, could baptize me pure

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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