Daniel Schacht, a bestselling author, haunted by his PTSD and the nightmares of his near-death experience from a car accident, is confronted by a new haunting. That of a young fan who will never go away.

everyone titled in these poem…
I’ve stolen from them.
turned their curses into my confessions. their pain into somethin I can wear.
their stories into heat I can keep under my skin.
their falls into proof that I’d rather bleed on my own terms than heal on someone else’s.

For a moment I took pleasure
On the fact that you existed
You were there
Silent
Withdrawn
But wise
Oh so wise

I felt I could talk to you
As if I talked to the moon
And God you could understand.

He was a slave, an assassin and a soldier of the Caliphate of Egypt. He was sent as an emissary to Rome to solicit western help in fighting the Turks. Little did he know that he will be the instigator of the greatest war the world has ever seen.

I wanted to put all my collaborations in one place, since I'm starting it up again. I want to thank all of you with sharing your talents with me.

It's just a job… nothing personal

K

My thoughts, mostly based on my experience with having C-CPTSD and BPD.

I've been digging into my past lyrics. I'm already writing about my life in music, these are some of the words from that era. Realize I wasn't the writer I am now. Appreciate you. Damian DeadLove.

I want to do a number of these poems of a song I pick and I write a poem inspired by it. I think it will give an idea of the people and songs I’m influenced by.

This is how it all started…