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Habits forged by swords of ennui are cradled once again by the impartial stone which heralds the Kingdom of the Fool. Swirling mist (a magic that I..

Wings of Enoch unfurl. Wings of Enoch fall. A poet watches a roman candle Through a shattered frame; His tears reveal the..

Moving Forward.

I remember her. I remember her because I cannot forget her. I can never extinguish those warring eyes. I left her. It was the only thing to do. I h..

Every single person married to me by the societal rite of friendship stood smiling upon the precipice of sanity. An overwhelming presence and an u..

We merge and I am lost. Blood & fire quicken the dead. Ivy creeps around the spine, Ghosts breathe, Witches twirl, Today, you..

My life, sullied by miscreants who dare to collude, Concealed suitably by an echelon of lost children, Idiots and fools. Art is mere..

Am I blind? Is this a question or the veiling of a hidden truth? Can you taste the denial on your lips? Wrap it around you with all the c..

Barbwire rosary, Chest full of scars. Dust ridden cowl, Martyr's disgrace. Strangle hold of cloth, Knot of primordial order. Chairs..

This isn't a show aside a distraction, I transcended good taste many gutters ago. Here every noun is a stab and every verb is a punch; ..