What the hell is this place?Elitist PsychotherapyPseudo Science sorceryInto the beyondWhat's the shape of her rage?Psychoplasmic therapyAnother Theater of PainFamily Tree Reborn Beaten to death, covered in bloodThey came without warning Demonic cratures uncagedManifest through inner rageDeformed children retaliateHammer Smashes FaceRabid...

I am the silence that can shoutA whisper loud, a voice withoutI speak in hush that shakes the airA thunder clothed in quiet prayerNo walls contain the echo's flightIt dances through the edge of nightUnheard by ears, yet deeply...

I am a lighthouse in the sandNo ships to guide, no sea, no landMy beam reveals what isn't thereMirages lit by vacant airI shine for eyes that never seeA signal lost in memoryMy warnings echo through the dustWhere hope...

So stain—as marks that remain longer than intent,and hesitation pressed into the grain. Second guess,doubt’s small fracture widening,as though the Voice were drowned,as though we mistook the silencefor absence. But sustain is not the clean note held—it is the rough edge,the...