Here it comes Silent and swiftly Turn and run It’s devouring All the land
So I haven’t been writing/posting for quite awhile now, and when I do, it’s very spaced out. In all honesty, I feel like I’ve lost my writing touch. I guess I just feel as though I’ve w...
Oh flock, may you listen and heed There is a secret beast that feeds Feeds on our blood, fear, and blin… But without his mark he has no hol… Therefore...
Finding my way around a resistant… Now closing this chapter of the bl… But falling short of the red notes Pull me back from the trap of the… Carve the bloody anchor of faith i…
I’ve recently been having trouble starting any new poems. I’ve also been having trouble finding things to write about. With this difficulty going on, I’ve contemplated on just not writ...
Awhile ago I began work on a third concept series. The Hero Of Time concept series doesn’t count. It’s more of an extra little side series. This third and new series will be titled Walk...
Guns ablaze Not a sight of peace today Will you stand with me Against the raging armies? A band of brothers inseparable
The Asylum concept series is finished. It’s taken some time, but it’s done. This series has been an interesting one. It addresses the many “insanities” of this world and its people, cul...
I have nothing more to say No more words to guide you from H… You’ve attained the holy blade Now I leave you to lay down blood… Cut down all the fear
The banners Displayed glory They flattered the lust in me Attention of false light It used to seem so right
Relentless The heartless vain A soul bombarded with such pain It questions hope They attack
When my years of life Come to an end I lay down my gift And go to rest I never thought it would end like…
Every waking minute A struggle to catch our breath To escape death We fight to the finish With faith and hope that we will r…
As consciousness fades Will I remember the shame? Or will it fade Into the grave that is my name? I fall to sleep
I felt the demons around me I felt them, I knew they were the… They loved seeing my spirit bleed Pierced by the presence of despair