Behold The Evil In A Child Unfolds

You could feel the night’s sting, that chill in the air,a growing awe in this coming darkness was not clear.An innocent child slapped on the backside to be bornevil surprise the cruelty in a child’s eyes burned scorn. Like the rosebuds blooming from a protected seedthe flower’s slow death from the spreading of the weedsAContinue reading “Behold The Evil In A Child Unfolds”

Bar Keep One For The Road

Life turns the warmth in the rays of the sun awaythen dull the cool ocean mist that spray, must thatemptiness gnaws to the bone, from the awarenessof being all alone. Compulsion is mired in those dangerous deedswhile depression conspires with that belligerentneed. Processing memory in need of modificationconsumed by toxic vapors in a prolong intoxicationContinue reading “Bar Keep One For The Road”

Your Reason Why! You Live or Die

We reach for love to let us live while we copea shame when it collides with pride and hope.For dark clouds will change your cheer to fearonly the fool would pretend the coast is clear. The strong will seek while disregarding the weakthe meek hides and peeks, their unwilling to speakWe each must face ourContinue reading “Your Reason Why! You Live or Die”

Currents In The Tides On The Darkside

To all who come forth through the murky waters of deceitsalvation is dispelled unreachable from the depths of hell.Deeds of record! your forsaking of the Lord is thy Shepardtrickery of tricksters! willful terror unleashed by the sinister You’ve cast your lot a soul you did concede, for those whospilled blood to feed a need, toContinue reading “Currents In The Tides On The Darkside”

The Weak is Meat

This orange ball of fire burning high into the night sky, a full moon with dark desires the night conspires then retires, a single black crow will witness the action below then go! the darkness descends once again the weak can’t defend, it’s the usual end. Her madness started long ago, now much uglier thanContinue reading “The Weak is Meat”

A Childhood Should Be Free

In the streaks of light before the snap of the wind, the sting of the rain on naked skin,gathering clouds calling my name, adrift in my mind I’m going insane. The whisperingchatter is nowhere in sight, when shadows and dreams mix in the night. My childhoodthat evil decided to void, now broken when shattered becauseContinue reading “A Childhood Should Be Free”