with culted bane I speak profane
obscure morose, masturbating my insanity
dilligently scribing my death days
time spent in the company of demons
talking to the world through a fog
no one to tell, no one believes me
on specters and ghosts
faulty little imperfection
I am honest to my detriment
romance the need and you will find the worst of me
secreted within my sacred chambers
a wraith of the vampire empire
nothing less, nothing more
it is to my chagrin I mention this
not wanting to define any part of me
in the shadows I seek not to feed
but to my aghast I sup anyway








I would not be afraid to know the worst of you. Some well put together. 🖤💜
thank you dearest Jim no one but God ever see the worst of me…I keep a reign over myself the best I can… I am dark ❤️I appreciate your thoughts…
excellent write
thank you graciously dearest poet I see you changed your pen name ❤️