Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste

Would I be the figment in the folklore, oh fiery foolish fabricated fairy tale for feeble fascinations. The creative charisma in crisis cruelties, forces favors in the forgery of fiction, curse apprehension. Bizarre fallacy brews in mythical heroics, dreaded demon deeds at hand, some just call me bogeyman. Embrace allusion, even give it to the…Read more Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste

The Death Of A Dove

Enduring this clear crucial moment in time, oh crude intolerance you'll find, this obedient impulsiveness that is mine. Looking into a hostile heart of imprudence, within villainous shadows of ignorance, yes genuinely gifted, vile and then vindictive. Now looking upon the gentleness of her face, while still trying to hide my disgrace, the loathsomeness inside…Read more The Death Of A Dove

Imprudent Will, Repulsive Still, Then The Kill

Rejecting the darkest delights as you run to the light thy crown prince of the night you know the devils bite. A crude braggart broods the penalty for being that fool as the dogs of war resume collecting the feeble doomed. Then what of the those things that are now not expected add the demeaning…Read more Imprudent Will, Repulsive Still, Then The Kill

Crimes Evolution Hell! Raised By It’s Institutions

The red and blue blinking lights on a wet cold indecent night the end to a high-speed chase, bloodstained asphalt disgrace. Stay behind that yellow tape, a community tries to understand while looking at the chalk outline where victim or assailant lands. A mother trapped! explosive illusions, indeterminate is her collusion, allegations frantic state, forensics…Read more Crimes Evolution Hell! Raised By It’s Institutions

Within Evils’ Hands Wickedness Will Stand

Oh callous cheats within the currents of cynical corruption, among those who add hates incendiary! spontaneous combustion, the forsaken cries of¬† docility¬†the genteel who are genuinely gifted, let them die base on the laws of survival of the fittest. The wicked hearts and twisted mind of the miserable rejected by the mistrusted, give proof to…Read more Within Evils’ Hands Wickedness Will Stand

If It Be Thy Will

I bleed before his will, a fear of death in the night's chill. Will the haunts of a desperate deed, seek your soul for the sowing of thy seed. The solitary suspicion, illuminating transition wicked yearnings screaming from divine burnings. This scornful madness among the selfish sadness, casted this shadow upon your brood! the devil's…Read more If It Be Thy Will