“Some people are weak to their own ego.”
— aPe (via apevision)
(via goingoutsidethebox)

Following:
LIKE A BOSSWatch as everyone likes your status, because said band was inserted.
A poem my friend had made. It’s worth the read.
Recovery:
Knotted in with escape gone,
sparks flew against me as
the year’s whirlwind scrambled
me across the map…
had been depressive, pained
with the black burning me…
Who needs it anymore?
Been one of those days, but
the day’s new and I won’t
give in again;
Until the end of time,
optimism, full,
smashes our nightmares.
The future is the aim,
the ambition is the
world of color…
unity will be our draw.
Love will be our light; reveal.
As time passes, we could
come back to the same
blackened sky, but let it
down in the wake of
the morning sky.
The clarity cuts down the
cloudy sins;
all we can depart for
our hearts set free.
Our words may be twisted knives,
yet at least they can as well
mend the wounds…
and somehow our pitch will be lifted.
-Brendan Schroer