Where In A Lie, Sits The Truth

let reality as you know it, fall away, and instead, embrace what I say, what my words paint for you, as the truth, I know from the cradle we are taught, what is, is, and lies, fantasy, and fiction, only exist in our minds, in movies and book, but, what if this world we live,…

From Her Womb Comes A Monster

 Tales told from ages gone, whispered through time, from old to young, a beast, a demon, half man, half animal, born of hate, twisted from a gods gift to man, locked in the darkness, kept in a maze, its victims feed by its master, the beast its slave, hate, villainy, a hero, it’s defeat, but it’s…

Pennies Within The Well

 Mining pennies from the well of despair, it came to me there, making promises, offering me a way out, free of my past, free of my sins, a deal it said, one signed in blood, I sat there, soaking in my own shit, despising everything I was, it promised me again, it said my past…

The Art Of Yazgar – Inspired Madness

My good friend Yazgar had a read of M is for’s final draft, and came up with this dark image. Totally smashed it in so many ways, humbled to know words inspired this.

A Simplification Of My Nightmare

Soil on my hands, reaching beneath my nails, pensive is my soul, retreating in, avoiding my sin, forgetting my deeds, erasing my past, a sovereign of man, a splinter of hope, the spoils of war, are not what I hoped, my cries in the night, my tears soak my bed, my kingdom, my freedom, is…

Betrayal By My Own Hands

 Constantly trying to find a way home, promises paved with lies, hidden messages that fade into darkness, the truth no longer true, lost somewhere inside you, freedom a woman, filled with hatred from my mistakes, my curse, my sin, my awakening, your smile that once set my heart a flutter, adorns your face, while you…

Waking Life, Comatose Mind

 Is this all a dream, one that doesn’t end, my eyes won’t open, my mind is lost, in an endless world, of nightmares out of my control, screaming but being unheard, mercy, please someone kill me, release me from this place, release me from inside, my body my prison, my jail, my fear. Sign up…

Talking Through My Skin

 Subliminal messages etched in flesh, itchy rashes was how it started, I scratched for days, ointments failed, it burned, it stung, the doctors drew blood, but shrugged their shoulder, sent me away, it’s then I noticed the words, then sentences, at first I didn’t believe what I saw, but as they slowly started to become…

M Is For…..

I’m working on something for another blog, it’s an idea that is starting to crystallize, but, I don’t know if I’m getting carried away with the set up, or just doing what I normally do, which is have too much fun with dialogue… Anyway, I thought I would share the beginning of my idea. It…