Debased Morality - By yours truly. No, not today. Not again. Reflections Of mirrors Distorting My Existence. Reality, My reality Slipping, Engulfed Into Violent Waking Nightmares. Riot, Bloody riot Tearing, Trembling Tired flesh Breaking Weary bones Ripping, Feasting My endurance. Reasons, My reasons To take another Gulp of Sustenance Crumbling On Ruby ground Swirling Into... Continue Reading →
Photo By Joel Filipe Bad feelings come a-knocking.Up the throat they float, a-rocking.A big gulp of tears & snot,Pushing 'em down the tunnels of heart.Delicate levees self-destructing,Flooded heaves, hopes a-drowning.Impending disaster, veins a-gushing,Bloodied grounds, lives a-hurting.
A Murderous Quandary-By Yours Truly Devilish times, vile nightmares. If colors could speak desires, Paintings would turn bloody. Worlds they hold, on fire. Mind a predator, Hunted simultaneously. A cathedral of laughs, Screaming echos in bloody crannies. Burning thoughts, To stay or die? A Murderous Quandary. ©EntangledDesigns