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Prisoner


Locked up in a life of lies Putting on a front just to get by Unhappy is what my soul is Regretting the decision I made Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Tears falling down face As the shackles tightened around my wrist "GET ME OUT!!!" I cry for help But realized I would not want anyone in danger I thought I was ready but I guess I was wrong Now I am stuck as a hopeless prisoner.
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Onyxbliss

Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York on a winter morning in January the 15th. Once a baby known for her colic of hell has grown into an inspiring young African American woman. She is a poetic metal head who is currently aiming high as an Early Childhood major. Her success so far is nowhere near over just yet. Her words flow with ease like a Summer's breeze. Don't be afraid to enter the mind of Onyx Bliss, also known as Talaya. You may be amazed or afraid or even worse offended but keep in mind nobody has time for any ignorance you may spread. She is not here to impress but to express to relieve some stress off her mind. Most of her words may not rhyme but guaranteed she will remain strong as her dream of becoming a poet will soon hope to come true.

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