Shades Of A Torn Soul

It’s not me, it’s not my deeds you see, shattered dreams, whispered words, rivers of blood, seas of sin, it’s not me, it’s not my bitterness you see, in your head, through your eyes, beneath your bed, my sin continues to grow, it’s not me, it’s only my lie you see, shades of grey, slivers …

Vacant Retort

A facade in blood. A memory without moments. My sin it sinks in. Her words cut like a knife across my throat. A devil for the first day she said, an angel for the last. It was bitterness. It was hate. For thee who holds my hand, won’t sow my seed. The bitch. How broken …

Awash In A Sea Of Red

Whispered sonnets in my ear. Words wrapped in feelings I fear. Tales of darkness. Tales of dread. Mistrust. Murder. Seas of red. Blood. Innards scatter before me. I see the future I dare not see. I witness my fate. I see my doom. The beast of darkness. It’s crude womb. I’m reborn in its image. …

A Minute

A minute, turned into a moment, not forsaken is that time, but time that is to be forgotten, within this bindings, within this soul, may not be what was sold, but what was stolen, a look, a glance, a moment or a minute, not was, but will be, not said, but heard, a moment, a …

Whispers Of Vanity

Vain is thy voice, bitter is thy words, hate bathed in blood, sin breathed in, contempt for oneself, glass across the flesh, open up, separated, while you desperately hold on to nothing, writhing and wrestling, with what dances inside, the devil, the demon, the nightmares, of who you hide.

Last To Leave

Don’t take my words for granted, I’ve been known to lie from time to time, the wickedness of pulsating penance courses through all I am, depleting life, sucking marrow, spreading disease, patronising words of wisdom, from someone far more fucked than you, dare to stand against me, when in the end you’ll come to realise, …