#The Interlude

Dear Clemens, I read the punch of pain in your # relapse and had a cry I couldn't contain I hope I raised through the night in time for you these lines to read I know we had some issues that beyond us surpursed all we'd attain I knocked at your door in the AM…

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#The Relapse

The cycles and marbles of greater days are back, I hope this world to me it owes no more luck Look how bad honesty cost me and bares me stabs in an already bruised back Dark days with nightmares of a lonely self with loose verse Dropping slurs with incoherence, no more no less than…

The Lone Wolf

The fainthearted hold a belief in isolation ;for to them that's all there's to dare In contrast, it's our blazing in packs that's made us indomitable, Half Spirits; Sans Spirits and Two or more spirits in any of us, we march with enviable flair It's the wrath forged by sight of our bloodshot eyes, adorably…