i only write in the middle of the night
while the stars watch me
waste ink of blood
dripping from the veins of my brain

i only write in the middle of the night
while the moon guards me
as i write the message of my soul to the universe
solely dug from my heart

and suddenly everything comes back to reality
the sun sets high
illuminating the pitched black sky
and i wonder,
will i ever enjoy the daylight
while carrying the burdens i hold inside



a.t.

I tired
I sleep now
But I too afraid to close I eyes
This dream, this horrific dream
Is this a river of blood I see
Where is it coming from
What is this place
I hands...
Why are I hands red
Is this hell
Can't be
I a good boy
I did nothing wrong
Are those people I see down there
I go get answers from river blood people
I run, i run
I run as fast I little legs can take I
I?
Who is I?
Am I I?
Yes, I I
I me
Me I
If I is me
Me must be I
Right?
I confused
Me confused
me no feel too good
Me lay down now
Where is me
who is me
me sleepy
Me still know no where I is
Wait...
I know me
Me no I
I no me
I am a living being
I must wake up now
Goodbye dream
Until next time

Church bells ring,
One gray rainy day.
Congregation began to sing,
Not I,
Hit by a car on the way.

Sirens and yells,
a numb jolt on my chest.
My vision failed,
As I exhaled my last breath..


I am no longer tethered to my mortal shell as I am swiftly taken into the depths of hell. All around flame burnt walls rose, and the sky was blackened by wings of crows.



Flames at my feet tickled and lashed,
Billions screamed, withered, and churned.
Demons simply pointed and laughed.
For some reason my naked skin wouldn't burn.

I coughed once then twice,
Choking on something freeing itself from my throat.
I fell to my knees and cried,
As a sword flew from it's fleshy abode.