Dark, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

The Blame Game

Point your finger and blame another again, It's a twisted game you only play to win

Dark, Emotions, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

The Portrait

The picture rests atop a pristine ivory canvas, Strokes of ebony ink rippling across its surface, Shallow raven black streams that weave together An ornate portrait of a not so distant past Within its little hidden details, the story Of a once happy family slowly unravels