Post Irony and Corporate Pleasure; The One Of Many And The Black Messiah Of Few. Many Claim The Role Of The Anchoress But Few Can...

"...Losing everything in such a short amount of time really fucks with you. It makes you assume a sort of persona that wants the world to...

…The sickness took my village out in waves. The first wave brought the meat bags, terrible little creatures that would lay the eggs of...

I look into the pale moonlight to find visions of my past life, let me look towards the future, let me kill the present, leave me to die,...

thrust upon the abdomen of this enticing animal, mildly infuriating color evading the high stakes, stab the eye to stop the beast from...

The fear of the unknown, I travel through walls to find my love. A ghost in the form of a chaotic mantra. As I tour though, I do not stop...

House in the streets of oblivion Where sentiments clash Two conflicting personalities Beating each other into prostration I hunker on the...

…when i walk by my surroundings, the trees droop in dejection and the birds sing the song of my demise...

i tied my arm to my back so i could resist the urge to grab; my lover has their own way of enticing me.

the scars on my body glistening with otherworldly possessions.