Pound Cakes and Power Strokes

“You will be brought to your death, I’ll kill you with my words if nothing else,” remember you will…

I feel it in the narrow, the very iron that sustains me is brought to a boil…only to freeze me once again…my temperature brought to extremes, over and over…

Balance is brought to me from what I thought meaningless dreams…your arm thrown over me brings seconds of comfort…fading memory.

The cake of lambs was fed to me, alone left to wonder…can you even sustain the stroke of power coming from me?

He who contains the memory of muscles step forward from the shadows, it’s only little me…no need to worry.

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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