Poetry: Exist3nce

Open up your mind, see what hides within us An infinite maze , no destination , nothing to reach, Slaves of ourselves, beasts with no master Trapped in rusty cages, weakened we cannot escape.

Be True to Yourself & Your Ideals

I’ve been reading some of the posts here (and contributed a couple) and would just like to say something, in complete respect to everyone who reads this. I was a punk who saw the Sex Pistols before Public Image Ltd. and I was a goth who saw Siouxsie & the Banshees and Bauhaus before The… Continue reading Be True to Yourself & Your Ideals