kofmaster
Dealer wins not your game
I had writers block for the longest time..a necklace..another trinket to wear, yet another burdon to carry on my shoulders as i write. I sit here, it wraped around my neck, choking my happyness...my life in my body..silent, no more laughs..no more smiles..shhh..a whisper, a blink and my world changes. a necklace that killed my life in secconds, but gave my love and life back for writing, i wear it for punishment, to pay for my mistakes, words said needed to be taken back, actions done that need to be erased. gentle touch to the necklace..will this be my muse? or is my mask finaly broken..broken so i can be free as i once was so long ago, but traped at the same time, free to do as i please and yearn through my words and lyrics, but traped in my own soul and heart to know that these words are to be damned to hell just as i shall be for my mistakes in life.
if i am to be guilty, if i am to confess, if i am to be punished...
this necklace i wear with no shame...gives me that. a symbol it carries..but a symbol broken..a heart, but in depth lays more, a soul..freedom..joy..happiness..all broken down the center.
just as i have been for the longest time
just...
broken...