View in Instagram It’s a Big Bad World… It’s a Big Bad World out there … We just don’t see it… But we’d rather close our eyes and linger in our dream world… it’s the best cure for anxiety… Believe but don’t be deceived… – Poetic Dustbin
View in Instagram in The Feeds We are gods of the modern days Speaking the truth Solicited in social media Waving the righteous hand At the edge of our pedestal We show the world our box A colorful enigma of dreams and possession of a sculpted perfect life But in the shadows We bleed, we …
View in Instagram Transformation Change is timeless And we are not The future has no horizon It’s an endless tunnel The past is a photograph Of good and bad events The present doesnt exist It’s just a spoilage Of both future and past What life really is is a tedious journey to our death and …
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View in Instagram Broken Mirror We label others by their ugly past and see them as monsters… no less But sometimes we forget that we ourselves created these abominations in our head, in our heart only to find out in the end that we are walking on broken pieces of shattered mirrors… – Poetic Dustbin
View in Instagram Grim I lie awake in your sleep Your soul to take and keep I am your cold nightmare You’ll never be aware I am the thief in the night That instills hellish fright In your subconscious I stalk You may scream but not talk Then when you close your eyes I shall …
View in Instagram I Summon Thee I lit the candle drew the pentagram laid down a life slit her throat and blood drip down painting the circle in ominous red ink then i spoke Latin knelt and screamed I summoned all of you to make them suffer to make them bleed to maim their souls …
View in Instagram What is Your Name? You fear the paranormal, I embrace it… When you see a shadow… I see life beyond life… When you hear whispers… I hear voices to talk to… When you hear screams… I hear a cry for help… When you hide in the corners trembling from the unknown I …
View in Instagram A Flower In the sunniest day we bloom the fairest object in the room then we forget who we are a subject of a wicked artist painting our days to our doom… – Poetic Dustbin
View in Instagram Meathook Massacre Boil… till you dry Burn… till you fry We are food to eat From head to feet Like beef to a whopper Pork to a cracker A sight for the butcher In a Meathook Massacre – Poetic Dustbin
View in Instagram The Game. Alone. I guess when people forget you… condemn you… abandon you… In your darkest time… Chaos takes over… Madness envelops you… While you rage war with your demons… They bathe by the sun… Living in paradise… You look up the sky… Trying to find God… And all you see… All …