As the dead of night closes in, our fear grows, as deadly creatures crawl, from out of their hiding holes, you can’t run or hide, for they will not stop, until your blood is sucked, to the very last drop, expelled from within, feeding their curse, so say your prayers, hoping it won’t get worse,…
Category: Roundhead
Fostering The Lies
The end of nightmares, that’s what they said it would be, a place of untold peacefulness, where you did not have to fear, a utopia, but, it was all a dream, our nightmares were given flesh, for true horrors came forth, and we all wished, they just stayed in our heads, instead of being free……
Better Right Than Dead Meat Fred
Eyes blinded by false words, hidden meanings lost on me, I take for granted, what I thought to be, I fade into the darkness, a door without a key, moments stretch across infinity, labours lost deservingly, fleeting all to quickly, my life, my love, my place in this world, taken from me. — OCTOBER…
Words Are Ventured Into Lightly
Predetermined paths set in place, our roads we travel twisted and wind, weaving back and forth, unrecognisable at times, we lose our way, alone, afraid, so why, when it all ends, does it feel like we just wasted our lives, instead of living within, the seven deadly sins, that were made for us to bathe…
Our Right To Be
We walk in decaying flesh, losing parts of ourselves with each step, what once was, is now not, tumbling, twisting, weaving and winding towards, a definitive end, yet we struggle, we strive, we claw our way up, for salvation unknown, for what we dare believe, is our right to be, when in the end, we will…
Daily Grind – The Roundhead – Definitive Edition
One year ago today, The Roundhead truly began, the fist post of its 7 day story arc still holds the biggest hit my blog ever achieved. Now today, well, more like yesterday by the time this is actually posted. The Roundhead has once again graced October with its presence, this time, in a more complete…
You Are My Sin, For I Made You In My Image
The smell makes me gag, I know it’s here, waiting for me, we are locked in this endless war, fighting for survival, fighting to control the words of the story, fighting to be the last, my bastard son, how you have grown, wanting more than you ever deserved, wanting all their sins for yourself, so…
Into The Sand His Blood Did Spill
Endless supplies of the wicked, floods, seas of blood, cries of the innocent, laughter of the guilty, screams of children, lost in the waves, victory, was for the sinners, who took what they crave, the burials were many, as the sickness slowly won, for man strove to be god, but in the end could not…
Play A Dream In The Winter
Grace be with me, given by them, the leaders, the followers, the sinners be damned, I ask for nothing, I take nothing in return, I see this world, for the fool that it is, a piece of fiction, a world created by liars, reduced to a pile, of ashes and shit, yet we give, but…
The Burden Of Another In My Mouth
He takes the sin, and drinks it down, sucking the sweetness, of someone else’s burden, a dance, a song, a wicked deed, a cut, to bleed, the son of man, the devils bitch, the butchers knife, a word, a whisper, a rhyme tonight, to see, to think, to jump up high, a wish granted, a…
