• Afterlife

    Sometimes,I can't help but wonder.Is the afterlife full of woe or wander?It must be lonely living in limbo. Or being unable to cross over.Must be lonely being unable to see your loved ones.Since in this body you are not whole. Just...

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    Memory

    Blood drips slow from the ceilingOh it tastes like rustHead's poundingSirens screamingMy mind’s combustCops poundingThe door’s caving in“Where were you” they shout“where’ve you been”I’m blankI’m hollowThe reel won’t playNo pastNo shadowJust a foggy grayIron tastes like memoryBitter and coldQuestions...

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    • This has a surreal aspect to it. The iron tasting like memory is brilliant. Mind sees blood

    • Brilliantly penned, Drieks. Into the book it belongs! Phenomenal lyrics my friend especially that chorus, love the drive of the musical arrangement, the beat is almost trance like. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Thank you Damian! 🙏🏻

    • This is awesome! I’m sorry I’m late to this post!!
      Just wow!!

    • I can’t thank you enough for your beautiful words. I am pretty bad at accepting compliments so bare with me.
      Also, english is not my native language so if I say something that doesn’t make much sense, I apologize!

      But thank you for saying all this to me. Truly.
      And no, I do not realize I help people through my words but it is really nice to think I can/do.

      ❤️

  • His Gaze

    Sometimes I look into his gaze and wonder.Could his true eyes be blue or green?Brown,or a color evergreen? His gaze is a whole another world.A whole,different dimension.Where everyone ascends. And there is no sadness or expense.There everything is free and everyone...

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    Old Pussy

                 “Just because the wrapper’s wrinkled don’t mean the candy ain’t sweetI will still chance a cavity to eat her aged treat,            “From my erotic actions her memory will recollectAs she becomes slimy wet and her body begin to...

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  • Painting Dream

    It was a dream I had one night.It included paint and one single swipe.I was building a new room for myself. And I did not need any help.Around me were buckets of colorful paint.So colorful,so much paints. That you might gasp...

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