Category Archives: Death

Taphophile

There’s something beautiful about cemeteries.  The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face.  The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world.  Words

Taphophile

There’s something beautiful about cemeteries.  The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face.  The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world.  Words

Regaining unconsciousness

On your knees Leaning against the counter Leaning Chest starts feeling heavy Dragging your eyes to the back of your head Body is shutting down Drift to the left Collapsing Swiping Swiping at the floor Trying to reach it But

Regaining unconsciousness

On your knees Leaning against the counter Leaning Chest starts feeling heavy Dragging your eyes to the back of your head Body is shutting down Drift to the left Collapsing Swiping Swiping at the floor Trying to reach it But

For whatever reason

Ask me what’s wrong And I shall reply with ‘everything in life’ Ask me what’s right Honestly, I have no clue I’ve been strung here for a while Like a hang man whose time is due Trying to fill in

For whatever reason

Ask me what’s wrong And I shall reply with ‘everything in life’ Ask me what’s right Honestly, I have no clue I’ve been strung here for a while Like a hang man whose time is due Trying to fill in

Monster

The nights are rough with the sound of sandpaper Calloused fingers that generate electricity along your skin A body riddled with the scars of chemical burn kisses Your ego and your pride rise up then recede, together as one As

Monster

The nights are rough with the sound of sandpaper Calloused fingers that generate electricity along your skin A body riddled with the scars of chemical burn kisses Your ego and your pride rise up then recede, together as one As

Violence needs a burden

He sees the world through gas and flames. His knees parallel to the ground. Hands clasped like parentheses, Embracing his fate. Smoke covers the moon and hides the stars, As the rain continued its bleak fall.

Violence needs a burden

He sees the world through gas and flames. His knees parallel to the ground. Hands clasped like parentheses, Embracing his fate. Smoke covers the moon and hides the stars, As the rain continued its bleak fall.

Right lane to exit only

People fail to realize that a sidewalk is a form of street, and not a platform. It is not designed for you to stand around on, flailing your arms about like some deranged actor. It is a motorway, so to

Right lane to exit only

People fail to realize that a sidewalk is a form of street, and not a platform. It is not designed for you to stand around on, flailing your arms about like some deranged actor. It is a motorway, so to

Devolution

You think to yourself that you’ll put it to good use, that it’ll last you a long time. But, it could end at any moment. You might drop dead as you take your second step out the door. A piano

Devolution

You think to yourself that you’ll put it to good use, that it’ll last you a long time. But, it could end at any moment. You might drop dead as you take your second step out the door. A piano