The Flames

Ashes fall like tear drops From the weeping fire Coating the ground in a Field of gray snow of sorrow In rain, those ash of memory are turned to mud And are washed away…

my gift

sitting here without a friend by my side, i read your pleas and the words you cry. you’re slitting your wrists the crimson blood dripping and pooring down your arms. I look to my own and i see the slice, the blood and all of my pain, suffering, hate, and fear leave my body and… Continue reading my gift


as i sit here wondering why my memory goes back to a time when things were happy and bright now all i can see is this darkness it circles my every being, my soul everything is lost into this blinding eternal insanity that i call my life. I have no one to blame but myself… Continue reading darkness