How much more righteous I would be Coming on black-tipped wings With eyes that shine with mourning With sword red-tipped with wrath How...

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

Brought before the elders Anchored here Seeking the vampire's kiss Chained by fragments of lust Abrasive diamonds Burning agony inhaled by lungs A self-inflicted poison Toxic Taken in micro-doses With eyelids shut and heart open Aching Tied to a barren future Erosion splits those atoms Delineating truths With resonance cascading Schrodinger's remorse Guiltless Beguiled by a shelter still refused Now dwelling in shadows past Remembering Old Fezziwig and dance With delicate occ

I had an idea for a horror story called 1991 but just ended up writing a poem instead, enjoy: 1991 The year horror takes shape another...

Blasphemous I rearrange these stones Foolish to believe We were cut from the same quarry Simultaneous The damage caused A bright star disappearing Vanished from my skies Catacombs The farther I go The deeper the wishing I was the one disappearing Absolute zero Now frozen lungs Just idling here Thinking I was worth a damn Continuum Biting tongues Just biding Wishing I was worth your time With melancholy reservations I construct a future without myself And set these keys like s

The omens move without words Like water Across the sky From the East Fire in the mouth And from the ending A new beginning A broken bow...