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It is an incredibly beautiful world. Some people choose to add to it, While it eats at others so much, They lash out in a storm of ruin. Imagine that we could consume it- To place the beauty of life inside, To digest it for a time eternal... But it merely dances on the senses. See, humanity is a push-pull train, Where our looming death is the...

How can you love when hate's all you've known? How can you arrive when the chance has flown? Love feels so distant, hard to comprehend; When words lose their melody, and rhythms won't blend. Without a guide to show you the way, Will you wander in circles, lost day after day? In a world without maps, where paths intertwine, How do you find...

They gnaw at the edges of me, little sharp-toothed things with hollow eyes, crawling from the cracks in my skull to lap at the marrow of my thoughts. I used to fight them. I used to starve them. But hunger makes them cruel. So now I lay the table. Silver plates of regret, goblets brimming with old wounds, a banquet of memories too raw...

the Mothman Cometh in dead of night who knows his pain who knows his plight left unchecked in their faulty haste born in pools of chemicals and waste a slip of nature he roams the skies with wings of a condor and red blazing eyes it is said he had vanished when the bridge came down but I believe he remains at the outskirts of town I have been to...

Scrolling as if time hasn’t tried its best to chase To keep pace with the distortion and deterioration of who I am. Disassociating myself from anyone else, Only to associate every piece of myself to whom you desire. I want you to want me; I long for you to cherish me. I ache for the idea of you admiring me in all my iridescence. Fumed with...

Shackles cast of steel Held by ball and chain Heaving with my shame A pretense of a shield Stench of failure, unclean Decay chanting its creed Encased, the coffin is sealed I claw and try to scream To demons I forcibly kneel Fraying and tearing at seams Body bitter and maimed “Spare yourself and yield” “No!” Shouts a soul...

I am a speck On the time line Never the ace in the deck This world is not mine I live now Later I lived never To time I am forced to bow Probably forever For I am not I am the thing you forgot Said you miss me a lot I believe it not For we are temporary Perhaps even imaginary But I lust so very To imprint on the...