The Nicest Badass From Another Universe

A Cold Bed In The Quiet Earth I walked through the cemetery, the soles of my boots crunching softly against the gravel path. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, and the shadows stretched long and thin, casting an eerie glow over the gravestones. I shouldn’t have been there. This was not a place for late-night visits, especially not alone. But tonight, I needed to be here. I needed to see him.  I was just a teenager when he was tearing up stages, leaving a trail of shattered amps and broken hearts in his wake. But his music, the raw power of his presence—it spoke to me, like nothing else ever had. Even now, years after his death, I couldn’t listen to his songs without feeling a pang of something deep in my chest. Was it love? Maybe. It was hard to say. How do you love someone you’ve never met? Someone who never even knew you existed? But love was the only word that made sense when I thought about him. He was a ghost, a shadow on the edge of my existence, but his songs spoke to pa

  Beautiful Chaotic Child   I see the weight you’ve carried, The battles you’ve fought in silence, The way you’ve held yourself together When the world tried to tear you apart. You’ve been strong, relentless, My fierce, stubborn warrior, craving the good In a world that often gives you the worst. But you’ve faced it all, head held high. You are my everything, my wild, sweet riot, A force of nature that can’t be tamed. Trust that voice deep inside, the one that whispers You can conquer anything, be anything. Don’t heed the doubters, even those close as breath, Trust your instincts, For you are unstoppable, unbreakable. The future is waiting for you to claim it. Keep going, my beautiful rebel, The world is yours, And I’ll always be right here, By your side, forever. You’re alright kiddo. - Rotten.