Her name was Rheynne…. In a country where the sky was blood red and the plants and flowers black there was a queen. Where kisses were poison and each different pleasure a new deadly plant, there was only emptiness.
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Beyond the Beyond
I see as I walk through all these valleys with their shadows that there’s a few who presume to hijack the comments of the many. They appear as 5 villianous deamons in the darkness, all of the same mind and fight over the scraps that they leave behind and call each other names from the… Continue reading Beyond the Beyond
My Broken Pieces
I sit here tapping my fingers against the keyboard, not knowing what might escape from my mind. I scrape my plate of the worn scraps left over from last midnight’s feast. Then take a gulp of the ecstasy known in disproportion.