The imprints on my soul in Poetry
- Jan. 24, 2019, 10:49 p.m.
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As my mind
Drifts further into the decay
I thought I was one
And I became zero
Deprived of everything
Isolate me
From the heavens above
As you circle me
With all your hate
My shadow
Is on your radar
Walking away
Trying to regenerate
The blood, cuts, and scars
That consumes my lives
The horrific memories
Imprinted on my soul
I shed
Every time
I pass through a constellation
My soul suffers and bleeds
And I love the pain
In this game
For I grow stronger
With every death
I am the test
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Deleted user ⋅ January 24, 2019
I still wish you spent a little more time on your videos, but I really like this one. :)
Raphael Tiriel Deleted user ⋅ January 24, 2019
I wish I had the time. Maybe once I get out of school I'll redo everything. After my MBA, I start my doctorate for Organizational Leadership.
Deleted user Raphael Tiriel ⋅ January 24, 2019
I would love it if you did!
But I also understand, and am patient enough. ;D
Raphael Tiriel Deleted user ⋅ January 24, 2019
Awesome! This is just my introduction :)
Deleted user Raphael Tiriel ⋅ January 24, 2019
I have not a doubt in my mind.
Raphael Tiriel Deleted user ⋅ January 24, 2019
Cool!