Annie Purpose tried to inhale whatever air stroked her limbs - their skin chilled as the flesh on a butcher's slab laden with mottled carcasses brought mere moments before the interior of a slammed freezer door.Numbed as was -...

untimely division haunts my visionsecreted with pain I'm hiddenthe world doesn't touch in my kingdoma beautiful culture rich with historyis demonkind halted understanding they are lovelywe forget or don't understandthey are loyal and have valortheir image is tarnishedmarred by...

The silly minutesrage by like afalling cuckoo clock.Dilapidated dreams arebent and burnt likeautumn leaves.Fuck the cliches.Time hurts, like agaping wound.Hold it close, andvalue every precioussecond.