Crawling eyes and squirming tongues. Beseech one’s horrors yet to come. With a roiling mass of putrid smoke. Embracing lunges with a deadly choke. Ochre eyes that twitch and cries. Smothers minds with acrid lies. O, putrid child of space, why must you always cry? For these tears of pain, I weep in vain, and …
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Poetry – Scornful
You adorn me with a crown spun from your thorny lies. You blind my eyes with your acidic anger and destroy my heart with a spear made of words. You crucify me with your arrogance and leave me erect with your seduction. Your ridicule cuts me deep as your avarice bleeds me dry. I am …
Story – The Boneyard
I awaken amongst a vista of countless bleached bones before me. They rattle and move on their own accord, mimicking senseless motions from when they once had flesh to cover them. Mountains of bones shuffle to their own dire rhythm, each one creating their own grim cacophony that echoes forth into the dull gray skies. …
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