I shall not forget the moment the light died. The glow of the candle pinched. The stout wick breathes out a fluttering string in defiance of death.   But it was time to die. It was time to breathe to death. What do we all think, When...

I’ve been laid to rest in eternities of cold. Death vents no warm breaths. The rigor mortis of my cadaver constricts my song’s once soulful pipes.   They say Hell is hot - oh contrary! The inferno keeps no dancing flames, my abyss tis’ one of...

in your unhinged state you miss somethingto caress a notion and really feelthe darkness greets do you yet know your Mistress?strung along on vowel and vowgripping tongue of mirthyou stir and then departgrazing the lustthen never fulfillingcovetous need face...