AFTER THESE MESSAGES

As I fall from grace I saw the beast try to follow me/lost in his eyes of glass/ thoughts spinning vigorously in my head/ the bellowing whispers of the beast calling me for more/ begging me to set him free/ as he howls and laughs at me/ trying to break me down/ adrenelin pumping through my veins/ confusing my soul into hiding/making me feel soulless and corrupted/ I fight to keep my soul in my hands/ until woken up by my lucid self and it's a seeming contradiction but It's not- it's just complicated

I WAS WEARING THIS TEE

MY POETRY EXPERIMENT

JORDAN 3 FLIPS

If I'm Not Rooted