Beneath the pendulum’s dull kiss,where lamplight gutters, thick with piss,I split the bone—oh, sweet dissever!—and watched the marrow twitch forever.A sacrament of rust and rot,the cleaver’s hymn, the flesh’s knot—each sinew hummed a psalm unblessed,each spurt of seed a...

Honestly, they are eating babies and sacrificing them unto strange gods, so my life is nothing to write on about.  Id look like a spoiled brat continuing on about overcoming childhood adversity and abuse at this point.  To sum it up,...

Airbrushed with a miser’s touchDissolving in its own prophecyDamocles’ sword looms aboveIsolde’s fatal elixir of loveCarvings of the silence deepA hymn to what we buildCreativity blooms at nightWhen Sirens’ voices fadeGhosts fall from their graveOnto sidewalks with shadowGathering to...