The passage of time
Has become torture.
The seconds slipping by
Scrape against my conciousness,
As a rowboat does against jagged rocks.
The pain presses outward,
And I can feel invisible blood
Running from my ears.
The ticking of The Clock
Pounds at my temples.
Existence is Pain.
*Death is Release.

my mother said
that i could fix my face
to not be insecure

my toes hurt
with it's missing skin

i've gone mad
silently mad

and i should stop
but
addictions
don't follow along

I write
About all unholy things.
Twisting shadows,
Making peace with Demons,
And dancing with The Devil.
I admit,
I've made my fair share of mistakes,
But what did you expect?
Surely you should be wary of
A Wolf with a tongue of silver?
A boy who plays with shadows,
And hides from the whispers in his head,
Regardless,
I've missed this.
I've missed the outpouring.
I've held everything in for too long.
Love and hate have torn me apart,
So now I take time to heal.
I welcome anyone,
Old Friends and enemies,
New adversaries and acquaintances,
If you have something you want to speak about,
Something to set straight,
Or just want to catch up,
You know where to find me.
I've missed you all.
My mind is awake.
Life is pointless.
So please,
Give me something to write for.