No Refund No Returns

Say you will when you won’t better still if you don’t,  never intend to breed contempt never once will you be exempted    Hearing the cries of mamas and babies fearing your lies you’ll only say maybe, in predawn just before the light why does the truth always bid you good night.   The lost…Read more No Refund No Returns

Life Was Bleak Said The Twitter Tweet

There are no doubts how quickly we'll tune out or zoom in while being consumed from within. When the truth becomes stranger than fiction add your pain pill addiction, reality! in submission.   By the code of truth or dare hell, no one really cares drunk or stone drowning in fear, your crises was clear. Yo!…Read more Life Was Bleak Said The Twitter Tweet

Sympathy Before Grief, Agony before Peace

The eerie effects of neglect, an emotional embrace, and its effects when hallowed haunted hardships start, despair in broken hearts. Anguish's gnawing grasp will beseech, anger lash defies one's belief deification! disillusionment's dedication in frustrated contemplation. These confinements of sympathy before grief, agony before peace flowers for the frantic fools forsaken, jaded gratitude's anticipation. Mourning…Read more Sympathy Before Grief, Agony before Peace

He Who Would Be King

Empty heads wicked hearts oh vile frail! fallow men vipers we plucked, maggot infused flesh festering rut. Look into the shallow inners of this beast! no release, fanatic cries! zealots, not herd, agony! should be stirred. We speak his evil will, your succubus will conceal her ills in a roll of the dice wraith! is…Read more He Who Would Be King

Cries In The Night, My Desperate Plight

Those gathering storm clouds, extinguishing my life that should have been, is this the end. Distant memories collected through turbulent waves over time, your kiss! is no longer mine. Volatile winds; scattering the flames of passion, those smothering ashes as it happens. Standing on the edge of this abyss, the rhythm in a life that no…Read more Cries In The Night, My Desperate Plight

The UN Spoken Pack In an Anxiety Attack

For those who will not know oh volatile shaking of the inner core, this fearing of the UN named, the tear stains from crying in vain. swollen eyes bear witness to weary hearts being left in the dark, those blaring trumpets of dread will spread, it's how terror is fed. ​Glib is the UN gracious…Read more The UN Spoken Pack In an Anxiety Attack