My Nightmere About To Come True.

There in the firey pits of hell That is where the evil does dwell. Thinking skrying, no one is dyeing Buying more time Before they come to earth So that they may claim a new birth. Evil breeding, poeple speeding All is writen in this hell like place I even see a picture of my… Continue reading My Nightmere About To Come True.

From the Pits of Hell (or Writer’s Block)

For the past three years, I’ve been trapped in hell. At one time, I fancied myself a writer. Among many of the things I wanted to do with my life, I knew that one of those was to write. If I was incredibly lucky, perhaps see my book in a library some day.I have always… Continue reading From the Pits of Hell (or Writer’s Block)