Upon the midnight's bleak and desolate hour. A whispered word from out the ebon wall. When shadows clutch at reason's failing power. A funereal and darkly portentous call. A secret told in croaks of lost affairs. From some grim raven,...

Realism is a distant, flickering star. I know not what the tastes of reality are.   Some will share this glimmering sky with me, and to them, fortunate enough to see   a surrealist, star-blanketed day-sky.   I abide by the lonely confines of the only home...

It is a firestorm that rages and whirls within my body, that no hand of sanity can smother.   My innards burn, my blood boils, the flesh upon me bubbles.   Sane, as I may have been before, the virtues that encased this body with innocence has long but...

As I remember, I learn to forget the buoyant memories that linger. When I am foundering, I resurface, only to drown in the world’s stigma.    As masking as the calm, glassy sheet segregating this pond of thought is, this curtain between dreams and the world has...