ION INDIE MAGAZINE June 2015, Volume 13 | Page 153

I am what I am I'm so damaged As my hair covers my face You feel my peering eyes You see my wicked little smile Now tell me everything's alright Tell me everything's alright Tell me everything's alright What say you? Did that feed your hunger? Hmm…I bet you have plenty of room for more succulent masterpieces. I know that I could consume inspiration all day, every day. There is no “full” line when it comes to poetry in my world. This next delectable morsel is from my brother-in-music AARON MOODY. Together we have created our own sound using a chemistry that was found within the darkened corners of our souls. Although our writing style are incredibly different, the depth of agony is almost immeasurably identical. Enjoy your dive into madness. Experience even more of Moody’s talent at: www.thefactorproject.com END GAME By Aaron Moody I noticed you, but there were always others We sat in pews, discussed our religion I deceived you and hoped that I could put on A dream you'd believe, just so I could Live with myself, come on, let's be honest I'm not the man, I AM THE MONSTER Why couldn't we be friends, you knew the end game! If you didn't know why, then you weren't listening I hated the time we spent talking to your family When you know as well as I know, how much they hate me I lost my mind, trying to pretend You loved me as much as I loved you, But in the end, you traveled so far away The words couldn't heal, we've lost all feeling, we've lost all hope Fall in holes, we've lost our souls If you didn't know why, you weren't listening You're so damn blind, you left me out to dry Out on this cross, constructed of mystery You knew the end game, do you believe yourself? You knew the end game, it was you I believed in You knew the end game, do you believe yourself? You knew the end game, do you believe? From the moment I get out of bed in the morning until the moment I decide it is time to get up since I couldn’t sleep at night, my mind is in a constant state of composition. I believe we are all built this way, just not everyone expresses their experiences outwardly. Is there a correct way to write lyrics or poetry? Yes there is…and it isn’t difficult. Just let your heart flow, let your mind soar within itself, and pour out whatever breaks free. Use words, music, paint, dance—or whatever drives your passion. Let me see what I have to contribute this month for this special occasion...I think this calls for something fresh! So here goes, I hope you enjoy the brain matter I am about to retrieve. BREAKING By Shawn Joseph