i slip through the shadows of a dark alley, my skin is flush from the latest hunt. it feels like i am more aware than i ever have been – the child was young and strong, with a soul of purity hard to find in the rome of today, those over six or so are… Continue reading in the beginning . . . (regeane)
Tag: dead heart
POETRY FROM NOWHERE TO NO ONE
all my life i have set fires, fascinated with the flame. i have played with explosives, awed by their power. i have toyed with computers, in wonder of how hitting this button and clicking there could fuck up and take so many lives.
For This (poem)
For This I ask you, is this how you have seen me all this time? An object subjected to one of your mindgames. For this I refuse your common known goal.
Dunkel von Felend
No shortcoming in my sins can clame the one the burdens in the backyard were stolen from me still lucky enough to fall in deep nowhere for you charged guilty with no fault of my unconssius state drugs took control over my life, nothing comes from me anymore