Singing the Story of Me

July 30, 2015 / Alex Hanna  / 

Contemplating whether or not, at the core of my being, lies an omni-present demon, lurking in the shadows. I believe…I KNOW…that he continues to lurk, but that he will not dictate my life. I am proud of who I am. Yes, I am proudly singing the story of me. 

For peace of mind to be a piece of me,  

A piece of me I must give.  

To truly find serenity,  

Means my life will be mine to live.  


But to ignore a part of what makes me, me:  

To wholly tell me tale.  

Showing only acts one and three  

But in act two is the big unveil.  


Fade to Black

June 1, 2015 / Alex Hanna  / 
fade to black, Black, Darkness, Prison, Chains

These days are bound to happen. When there is nothing you would rather do but fade to black…disappear. Know that when these days come, you are loved. I love you.

Deep within, an evil lurks.  
It dwells, unnoticed, while Satan smirks.  
Carnage, destruction – he leaves in his wake; 
Unknowingly hopeful – my soul he will take.   



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