Baskadia

My own prison

In shadows deep, I find my way, Through endless nights, where demons play. A heavy heart, a weary soul, In this abyss, I've lost control. The weight of sorrow, like a chain, It drags me down, inflicts its pain. A silent scream, unheard by all, In this dark place, I start to fall. But in the depths, a glimmer, slight, A tiny spark, a feeble light. Hope, a fragile, distant gleam, Guides me through this haunting dream. With every breath, I fight the storm, Though weakened, I'll transform. For in my

My sarcophagus

Beautiful and bold I'm captivating, I leave you awestruck, but like pandoras box I lock in all sorts of fucked up. Depression and its mission the sarcophagus designed by Lugubrious her mission is to leave us isolated, so we only feel melancholy. DISMAL is are only prospective,, while Distracted and deceived are loved ones for society has forced us to fear what will happen if others only knew just how we feel. So we lie and force a smile an tell others just how fine we are simultaneously we are d

My Story of Northern Nigeria

My Story of Nigeria.... Inflation rate high Regionalism become noxious Life's expensive in the South Ritualist in the East Fraudsters in the West Poverty in the North My Story of North... Bandit and kidnappers on the highway, No free road to ride without a raid, Demand for ransom, Only with currency, People's clamored, government worldless Media houses turn to medium of segregation, Social media turn to social division.. My story of North..... Life without liberty Sleepless nights to the masses