The pen I hold is my wand.With one motion of it,I create something hauntingly beautiful.Aching sorrows,juxtapositionedwith romance;darkly romantic.Script seasonedwith the Gothic, and the surreal.Dreamy and nostalgic.How is it so?Blending opposites,bridging themuntil they're sensical.My pen, my friend,knows more of my...

Talk is cheap when it’s bathed in lies Consuming sin like it’s a physical need Promises are risky between taut thighs Signing over the goods to plant a seed   Asleep at the wheel and losing ground Temptation takes a soul when convenient  Waiting for old...

Pain in the rain.That's what I callcrying beneaththunder clouds.So no onewill see my tears.So no onewill judge me.Concealing sorrowwithin the rain has been my game.No one sees me!Tears camouflagedby the teary clouds.No one will ever knowmy true pain.Well I'm tired...

Under the winter day’swhispery glow,all is quiet here.This is my shattering.No more hymns of breath.Just waiting beside my tombstone.Dressed wildly in vines of time.Had you been a ghost too,would you have noticed me?Must death be the only way?Bound now...