The King in Red Even in Arcadia Amidst such hallowed meadows Such guarded pastures Such simple days These mournful measures Morbid tunes...

I pocketed the devil's dice And looked out upon uneasy streets Where people ran like rivers Into the deep dystopian weeds Slow burned and...

Press me between pages Open like a book Turn me into fire light With nothing but a look

Moving into the light With nothing in reserve Sorrows and the void Atoms and the dark Split between these numbing moments Boredom and the...

Blasphemous I rearrange these stones Foolish to believe We were cut from the same quarry Simultaneous The damage caused A bright star...

Skittering ghosts Expressionist lines Down darker and deeper Find where it lies Sinking solemnity Inking this against my skin Making...

The seasons change. It can be hard to tell if we'll ever see the sun. Sometimes it's easy to forget, as we build ourselves up and lie to...

The weather is finally shifting, the Summer finally coming to a close. They say it is a time of transitions, of endings and of new...