About Imawhalerider : my poems kinda suck
we twisted our hearts in to an intricate noose, and to get out we need to break our own hearts. we chose to hang together.
the pulse in your veins,
the light behind your eyes.
the feeling of the world in your palm,
the brain just cant comprehend,
the map without an end.
your chains have been broken,
the light blinds you like the darkness has.
but you know whatever you do will be right.
so look in your palm again and you find the answer on the map your heart has always had.
How depressing, no badges acquired at all. :/