Tonight, I am afraid to sleep; for fear I will sink too deep. Past the mangled red trees, where reason can’t reach, and into that place where the lost ones weep. Wail. Mourn out loud of wisdom stolen in foolish folly or worse; a second of disconnected dispassion. Hell. The carcass that still lives. The … More Dreaming of Hell
Have you ever listened to a song which brought a cluster of memories back in a way that leaves you feeling like you have been hit by a car. The emotions are too hard and too fast to be able to breathe in between each line that blasts through you? We keep in touch… the … More Her.
The handle on the sickle would have to be made shorter. I am 4ft11. and a half. But I would, sure. Hi. Today you will die. Heaven? No, that’s floor 11. You are on 6. The floor for pricks. Just the clammy suffocating hands of all the other filthy idiots who arrived before you, You … More Vacancy, Death Needs a Vacation.