“How sweet are those who see me for what I truly am,” the beast says as it scours the room with its empty eyes while saliva drips from its razor-sharp … Continue reading We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Five
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We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Four
“How the FUCK is saying you never gave her hair a colour supposed to make sense?” Marty says as he feels his eyes twitch with each flicker of the hallway … Continue reading We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Four
We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Three
Marty stands in the doorway, confusion washing across him like a tidal wave of irrepressible power. His body shakes with fear as he swallows a mouthful of razor blades disguised … Continue reading We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Three
We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Two
“I-I-I’m you? What does that even mean? If you’re not me, how the FUCK can I be you?” Marty growls as he tightens his hands into fists. “Does it matter? … Continue reading We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part Two
We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part One
Each step he takes down the shadow drenched street is heightened to a near fevered level by the possessive ambiance filtered into his subconsciousness by the techno enchanted music that … Continue reading We Are The Dreams That Never Die – Part One
To Feed The Butterfly Who Flaps Its Wings
“I guess you could say there was a theme going through the blogs,” Kevin says as he sculls the glass of water down as if it had been days since … Continue reading To Feed The Butterfly Who Flaps Its Wings
He Sells Sea Shells With A Vindictive Smile
“You’re DANCING the WRONG dance with the WRONG partner Herbert, give me what I ask for or the end will be more than a bow to your partner!” Sinclair growls, … Continue reading He Sells Sea Shells With A Vindictive Smile
Do Not Deny Me My Fortitude Of Sorrow – 50 Word Story
“YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT’S HAPPENING!” Fletcher yells as he tries to wrestle himself free of Bobby’s grip, but he’s easily overpowers and forced back against the wall once more. “Then … Continue reading Do Not Deny Me My Fortitude Of Sorrow – 50 Word Story
It’s Always In The Quiet That We See Noise
“Like one of those roundabout animations. You know the ones I’m talking about, where you stick a heaps of sequential drawings together on the inside a cylinder and spin it … Continue reading It’s Always In The Quiet That We See Noise
We Are A Mirrior Of Impossibilities, So Shed Our Skin And Fly
I’ve dissected every moment up until this point with cold silent reflection, calculated every lie I’ve ever told to find the trajectory of this moment here and still haven’t found any … Continue reading We Are A Mirrior Of Impossibilities, So Shed Our Skin And Fly
What Whispered To Me In The Ginger Wine
It’s funny how pain can linger from the most insignificant injury, and disappear almost instantly when the injury is life threatening. I know you all silently agree, some of you … Continue reading What Whispered To Me In The Ginger Wine
Loathing To Be Free Of My Noise
Pulsating veins ebb with the life extending seed of oxygen, slowly suffocating our every breath with each beat of our diseased hearts, loathing to be more than a stain, destroying … Continue reading Loathing To Be Free Of My Noise
Selection Is Half The Fatality Of Life
As I sleep inside I die, a million times behind my eyes, nightmares that could never be real, images drawn with fevered hands, the darkness of night seals my sin, … Continue reading Selection Is Half The Fatality Of Life
Show Me The Sea Of Red Inside Your Head
We hate to feel but wish to be, drugs designed to dull the pain as well as reality, we are the disease, our sickness it’s cure, feed the beast within … Continue reading Show Me The Sea Of Red Inside Your Head
Scars Upon The Ground Before My Victim
Foreshadowing realities birthed in the nothingness of a world lost in forever and today, the past of yesterday a figment of delusions wrapped in the tissue of flesh and muscle, … Continue reading Scars Upon The Ground Before My Victim
Torment Me With Images Of Who I Once Was
I was a burning bush in a sea of disenchantment somehow locked within the bitterness of an endless yesterday that starved the life from my diseased bones, the fire was … Continue reading Torment Me With Images Of Who I Once Was
Faces Twisted To The Style Of My Minds Eye
Nursery rhymes twisted in grimm outcomes beg all humankind to question ones own self loathing while criticizing the world around for all the injustices it brings upon us while we … Continue reading Faces Twisted To The Style Of My Minds Eye
Absent From What Made Sense Was The First Mistake
You give a moment of anxiety more guidance and pompous overture than you do to life as it passes you by at a rate you never realise until it’s too … Continue reading Absent From What Made Sense Was The First Mistake
For I See Forgivness Where There Is None
He spoke of many things as the end twisted its vile hand towards him, words not all together meaningful in order of their context and placement, but when they sat … Continue reading For I See Forgivness Where There Is None
My Hate Filled Rant Was Like Fists Hitting Your Face
Cross pollination of a sickness rooted in the core of everything I am, your pathetic existence is nothing more than a momentarily absent minute of my time, for the rottenness … Continue reading My Hate Filled Rant Was Like Fists Hitting Your Face
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 