Gates of Hell

Open up the cellar, Engulfed by the smell of sulphur, Bodies molding like ancient Egyptians, Wrapped away in satin sheets, Satin sheets. Satanic deeds. Show me the greed. Show me a culture. Culminating a devised plan of euphoric hate, These words are bound with chains, Chiseled into the ground, Deeper than the abyss that Satan…

Troy

A battlefield has been made. Blood, sweat and tears have been loss. Over subtle moments of ecstasy. Have I even mattered? Were these moments true? Or another game of capture the fool. My flag has fallen. Soldiers rummage through the village. As my bags are packed. My Kingdom has fallen. For what? Whim? Over a…

Blueprint of the mind of a psychopath

This is not living. This is not sane. The walls are caving in as this satanic satire plays a symphony. My Brain tries to compute, like a typewriter racing against a macbook. Outdated… Unappreciated… Old fashioned, without a spirit to imbibe. This is not living. This is not sane. The walls are caving in and…