To The Lost

I didn't know you. Except I did. I, just like the rest of the world, knew you. I knew your music. Your poetry. Your art. Your expression. I knew your joy. Your pain. Your love. Your anger. Your sorrow. Your hate. Your despair. I knew your success and I knew your failures. I knew your... Continue Reading →

Of Prometheus

The deepest hours of night pale in comparison to the abyssal depths of the artistic mind--a place where things unsafe and unmeant to be lurk waiting to be given life, shades of the horrors of Man that fortunately find little more than glimpses of life as a sparks extinguished as rapidly as they ignite. And... Continue Reading →

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