Tortured Let me detail, for you now, Atrocities absurd. Listen of this massacre. Harken! Every word. In the early autumn, When chill wind begins to churn, Groups of people stalk the night, ‘Neath Moon’s ethereal burn. Armed with knives, they slice the night, -Their chosen tool of crime- To torture many vicitms, In dark and... Continue Reading →



For some reason, Tuesday tends to be the most tiring day of my week. Fatigue allows for the flexibility of mind necessary for my creativity to kick into high gear. When I no longer have physical energy to deal with the real world, my mind turns its energy to creativity. Thus, we have the poem... Continue Reading →

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