Poems

Black Widows WebBlack Widow’s Web She’s the poison in your veinsThe web she weaves will break your chainsA black widow, a lover’s lieShe’ll make you fall, then watch you die Black widow’s web, caught in her threadsNo way out, you’re better off deadHer kiss is a trap, the end of your fateBlack widow’s web, don’t […]

Behind the MaskI wear this mask, a face you’ll never knowA smile that hides the pain I can’t let goThe world is crumbling, but I stand tallBehind these eyes, there’s nothing at all Behind the mask, I’m falling apartA broken soul with a poisoned heartBehind the mask, I hide the shamePretend I’m fine, but I’m

Beneath the MaskBehind the glass, another face hidesA stranger in the mirror, secrets it deniesThe world’s on fire, the sky turns blackBut no one’s looking, no one’s coming back Beneath the mask, we’re all the sameHiding from the truth, hiding from the flameA world in ruin, it’s all a lieUnderneath the mask, we’re all gonna

Ashes and SmokeThe fire’s gone, but the smoke remainsWe’re living in a city full of chainsEvery breath we take is filled with ashIn this world, nothing can last We burned so bright, we had it allBut now we’re watching the embers fallLove turned to dust, dreams to flameIn the ashes, there’s no one to blame

Barbed Wire HaloYou kiss like comfort and claw like warI never know what I’m bleeding forThen say, “You made me. You’re not alone.”You smash the mirror and ask me whyI wear your rage like designer chainsBecause leaving would mean I’d have to feel shame You wear a barbed wire halo, and I still kneelYou give

When we finally stand, brushing leaves from your skin,You look up at me, mouth swollen, eyes dark with the sin,We step from the grove, not a word, both grinning wild,Still tasting the night, still filthy, still half-feral and riled.

“White Lines & Closed Eyes”Sixty-eight cuts deeper than a power chord—this one’s carved from real pain, not pretty rhymes No lesson No clean ending Just the truth in 4/4 timeWe keep climbing. 500 ain’t gonna write itself. \m/Song #69 —and it had to be filthy. This one ain’t poetry. It’s porn with a guitar solo.

Underworld HustleIn the underworld hustle, where the deals go down dark, We navige the alleyways, with a hunger and a spark.The streets are our domain, where the shadows come alive, where the damned survive.The cash is flowing dirty, the power is in our hands, where the law’s a mere stand.We fight for every inch, in

But it’s fucking killing meThere’s no way out, no way backI’m forever trapped in the blackThe darkness swallows everything wholeAnd now it’s come to claim my soul.These four walls are tighter every dayI can’t breathe, I can’t find a wayEvery inch of space is goneI’m fucking drowning, holding onI feel the pressure crushing my chestThe

The walls are closing in, can you feel it now?A shadow’s creeping in, no escape somehow,A haunting presence, lurking in the dark,It whispers your name, leaving its mark.The chill on your skin, a shiver in your soul,The room’s getting smaller, losing control,You’re bound by the chains of your darkest sin,Now it begins, it’s pulling you