The Temple of the Tortured

In the temple of the tortured light turns to dark, life turns to death. You can feel death watching you through hollow eye. There are corpses lying on the ground everywhere, but they are the lucky ones, for their pain is over but for others there pain has just begun. All you can hear is… Continue reading The Temple of the Tortured

The Tormented Souls of Youth

‘So, this is what being a vampire is like…’, I said to myself as I sat, staring aimlessly in the direction of the several corpses of those who may have lived to achieve something. I banged my head against the wall, hoping that I may wake up from this seemingly never ending nightmare, but to… Continue reading The Tormented Souls of Youth

Caddaver art (sequel to making dolls)

I couldn’t sleep that night; thoughts of hatred pulsed through my brain. I hate the human society, thus I strike out at it in manners suitably horrific, gratuitous and violent. It’s odd how they would rather spend their money on athletes, musicians, and weapons than medicine, research and themselves. But enough of them, they make… Continue reading Caddaver art (sequel to making dolls)