Shadows haunt me, ghosts of a past I cannot escape-- and you, always there, the shadows are your shape.
Cutting Away
How much more of me has to die before you stop cutting away pieces of my soul?
Of Rage
It tears at me from the inside, like claws and teeth shredding their way through my ribs and skull, seeking freedom from their restraints, a great beast given over to primal urges, and I find myself wanting to let it; a fired blood feeds the desire to roar and forget, to surrender to anger and... Continue Reading →
exposed
...raw are the nerves,barren and exposed,numbed by the cold,protected by wallsthat can’t feel… …slowly, surely,they lose touchwith an imagined reality,losing all senseof being alive,of what it meansto be Self… …and now is onlycold and dark,a shadow of whatnever was,never should have been,and now the bloodretreats, and Iwill expose no more…
The Sanctuary of the Storm 