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

Love Denied I Died Inside

She called out to the thorns and thistles pricked the reality of me it was not to be. Defiant shame bored thy blunted name harsh hated seeds bitter forgotten needs Malice of hearts in the unsweetened fruits envy's frustrated pursuits among dying roots. Hush the hostile swarms are elated! overly jaded an unforgiving painful tooth agitated…Read more Love Denied I Died Inside

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

A Sin To Begin Tragic At The End

Mum's this mythic muse inaudible harmonics in articulated interpretations When wisdom concedes dubious foul-mouthed fracas before confusing speculations   Feeling the wear and tear time scrapes and scolds weathered skin breaks in the cold The surreal symphony of syllable never said at death a life in review never once had I said I love you. …Read more A Sin To Begin Tragic At The End

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

Grief’s Strains Within Sorrow’s Pain

The kiss of tears tracing the tracked curves in cheeks, the anguish ache in agony's aftermath is now complete. Dread distressing clear skies reaffirm the dire in disbelief, in the belly of the fire, whispering whimper looks for relief. I'm jaded the tolling taps of time mourning remembrance, vexing! vulnerable now voided vigil's vow of…Read more Grief’s Strains Within Sorrow’s Pain