Mecella | A Home For Poets

Turbulent soul trapped inside of a shell. Screaming, begging to be set free. Upon arrival you were stripped of who you used to be and blinded so that you could not see. A soul who is tormented and filled with disparity. A soul who is in need of love and sincerity. Your human is feeling neglected. Poor turbulent soul, left unprotected. No one was there for you, nobody cared for you, ain’t lend an ear or two. You’ve been forced to confide in dollar signs in hopes that it gives you the emotional fulfillment that you so desperately need. Consumed with greed, you proceed to eat from the belly of the beast. All while you and your shadow enjoy the feast, and your soul continues to scream, begging to be set free…