Mount

Resurrecting fallen beasts

Poetry

Weaving The Tapestry

Life

The Fleeting Fetish of God

I will never forget…

I am 

Cease to Exist

a poem

The blood-shot moon
plasters on a smile
Its song is out of tune
casting shadows meanwhile

Like Clockwork

A poem.

This last year seen my soul pained,

And I Don’t Know What To Do

When she makes me sad.