At night,my thoughts ponder.I sleep and my thoughts wander.If the moon had a face,what would it look like? Would it have eyes,welcoming and kind?And a grin,the most welcoming you could find?But when I finally look at the moon above me. Sure,it...

skiming the darkness I waitsomething will surface it always doesdrawn to me from deep withinoccult larceny, stealing from my healthdraining me of my thoughtstaking my strengththe horde hunts its ownmagic undisturbed calls to mewith questions of should I?wield the...

dreaded notion, your thoughts slithering through my souldevoid of morality or carea cavernous emptiness floods my corereaping the monsters of your imaginationinjecting my feelings with doubtI’m a good person? rightno, I’m a good personyour fiends enter my thoughtsentertaining them...