The twisted throes of mortal woes Brings about a darkly drove By night and day they drive so deep Forgings anew as sinners weep The age they cry does exist no more Passed on to the next, floor by floor One by one they cringe and fall Down to hell, one and all
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Anti-Happy – Poetry of Loathing
Rage: Rendering flesh during its flight from inside me- The Beast surfaces to destroy all who oppose it.
A Summer Girl In Winter Green
I have come to the table of reason. I have spilled my fair mind to the glass. A fluted affair of a glass sitting there, but the wine has lost reason and flair. Dread eats the sweat on my brow. I know who is sleeping up there. Up stairs paved in lavender and dust from… Continue reading A Summer Girl In Winter Green