the pass

Stepping forward into the shadows again, moving farther into the darkness within. Seeing that I remember you standing there. Holding out your hands in an offering, take this now, pass it down, and remember.

A morbid View

On my window frame lied a sleeping black cat. Withered by its own sadistic dreams, simplified by its basic instincts. Stepped down from my plateau to find him there staring at a dead corpse. Alone and bored I approached the corpse and whispered: “Can you not feel the German blood that flows in my veins,… Continue reading A morbid View