The Bounded Arteries

Comments of bitter indecisions Hell has many crossroads Time corrupts the beauty of innocent beginnings Full bloom fades to rotted beauty Seasons slow and fade, as does blind understanding Pain and mistrust are tainted beginnings of a peaceful end Torn in half by these angles an demons alike Futile attemps in vain for the pursuit… Continue reading The Bounded Arteries

People as Machines

I am a Disturbed follower and a freak, a blend of goth-philosopher and punk. I believe goth is a label which different people have many different definitions for. When I say goth, I’m referring to one who has been infected with the “Sickness,” my term for the rage, the pain which creates the angst of… Continue reading People as Machines