Many years spent passing the blame
All that negativity burned a hole inside
No matter how high it ends the same
In an empty gutter of swallowed pride
Lessons never learned lead to demise
How many times until fear takes hold?
Blissful ignorance holds numb surprise
Can’t reclaim a used soul once it’s sold
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025








Killer piece my friend. A great poem to think about, especially if you sold your soul.
Question for you Damian…Did you sell your soul for Rock n Roll?
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. No, I never went that far. lol. If I had and this was all the farther I got, then I would have got fucked on that deal. lol. I tend to complain sometimes, but this isn’t one of those times. Appreciate you.
Damian
If ever there was a declaration for choosing your life wisely, this is it. We get one shot, make it count. And never sell out. I’d bookmark this if I could, so consider it bookmarked, my friend!
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Honored to be a chapter in the book. Spot on in your interpretation. Appreciate you.
Damian
Sometimes I feel like I sleepwalk through life. Especially since I work a lot. Great ink.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you liked the write my friend. It can be hard when one is working a lot, but I’ve read your work, you’re wide awake to the sleepwalking I’m speaking of. Appreciate you.
Damian