Darkness Deathly Sins Innocence Never Wins Your mind’s eye can peel the waste of flesh from your soul the barren heart bears the brunt of the cold before it scolds Weep for weakness that rots the will while shame lays still fear the pace of this discourse, your screams have no voice Stripped! your nakedness,ContinueContinue reading “Prey For The Predator”
Category Archives: Fantasy
When It Begins Who Makes it To The End
Never once shall you concede from grief will you bleed born! from the seeds of your deeds. For the lessor of men who would deny a woman’s love a fool is never accused of being smart, still proving that you are not! Such layers of shame peeling the husk before adjudication now thy hesitation cowardly hidingContinueContinue reading “When It Begins Who Makes it To The End”
Your Parts Connect The Dots Is It All For Not
A Face In The Mirror
The Love Twist Then The Death Kiss
If it Matters To Thee, Then It’s Not In Me
Nameless narrations before artificial condemnation, my situation fearing the unspoken path among the tokens of my tainted past. Created diversions my unwanted conversion, consuming perversion still, I chose neither meek or discreet, can’t repeat unwilling to delete. The crowd is what a fool believes redemption a tease! if you please aroused? ruckus rubbish never admitContinueContinue reading “If it Matters To Thee, Then It’s Not In Me”
Love And Hate For Haven Sake
“Can we all just get along and make a happy home, how can that be wrong”
The Color Combinations In life’s Communications
The delicate degrees of depth diffused by distortion, a deep darkness decries dull dusty dyes of revolution. So bold is the crimson’s contrast at last life is colorfast the heartbeat weakens from the past its called to task A jaded jet Indigo reflects a devotion we will not reject oh, healing emerald greens amongContinueContinue reading “The Color Combinations In life’s Communications”
The Good Fight Backs Right
“Let God bear witness to the beast of our burden laid upon man by men, a willful cry before those who die for they shall not past before we put this wretchedness to task.”
I Can See She Really Likes Me
They say love conquers all if you make it to first base without getting kicked in the face The harsh point of rejection the twisted views in our collective reflections Why is it that she is only willing to see that pervert in me?
