The orange man stood at the peak, Still loud, still proud, still hard to beat, And raised his fist against the sky To tell the clouds a final lie. The thunder answered with a grin, Not from without, but from within, For towers fall when truth draws near, And pride is built on hidden fear. By dawn ...Read more

High above the city lights, Beyond the reach of common sights, An orange man sat in a tower tall, Declaring himself the king of all. His hair, they said, could brave a storm, Defying every natural form, A golden nest of wind and pride, With restless thoughts that swirled inside. He'd shout at shad...Read more

Sixteen years and counting breath, Born in the Leys, I walk with death Not in a casket, not in fear, But with the ghosts that linger here. Though a child, I’ve heard the tales, Of ’91 when peace derailed. Burned-out cars and coppers chased, Anger screaming through the estate. They called us monste...Read more

Lost in the fog of my restless mind, Chasing thoughts I couldn’t unwind, I wandered through a park that day, Where worries whispered, wouldn’t fade away. Then suddenly paws on the bench beside me. A flash of fur, eyes open wide, White, black, and tan his coat a blend, A stranger’s dog, but a momen...Read more

She stands where streetlights flicker thin, Where night lets quieter horrors in, A silhouette in fractured weeks The girl who never, ever speaks. No name to trace, no past to claim, No whispered proof she ever came, Just echoes pressed in concrete creaks, And eyes that watch but never speak. They ...Read more

365 At one hundred days I stood half-still, A shaking heart, a stubborn will, Still counting breaths, still fighting sleep, Still learning how the scars run deep. A hundred days felt carved from stone, Each morning faced the world alone, The past still barked behind my eyes, The future dressed in ...Read more

There’s more devils here than Hell can hold, With voices sweet and silence cold. They speak in riddles, wear your face, Then tear your mind without a trace. They crawl through cracks behind your eyes, Plant seeds of doubt and nurse the lies. Their hands are soft, their touch is kind — Until they pu...Read more

Part III – The Last Embrace: Her Ending (His lover’s point of view) The door hung open like a maw, Its silence sharp enough to gnaw. The air was thick with curdled red, A home now stinking of the dead. His coat lay torn across the floor, A handprint smeared across the door. The staircase groaned ...Read more

Part II – The Monster’s Verse: Feast of the Fleshborn (The monster’s point of view) He cracked like shell beneath a heel, His soul a meal, his thoughts my veal. His screams were salt, his tears were wine, I sucked him dry from spine to spine. I curled inside his fragile frame, And scraped his min...Read more

Part I – Hollowed by the Howl (His point of view) It crept behind my bloodshot eyes, A whisper carved from crawling flies. It slithered deep behind my grin, And gnawed my innocence within. It fed on thoughts I used to keep, And poisoned every shred of sleep. My skull became its nesting bed, It la...Read more

I scorched the earth beneath my feet, torched bridges with a grin and beat. I danced in flames I struck myself, while love and reason screamed for help. I carved my shame in powdered lines, hid guilt in bottles, cloaked in lies. Each manic high a holy crown— until it cracked, and brought me down. ...Read more

The moon turns slow, a silver sphere, But hides a half we never hear. A secret face, forever veiled, Where time is hushed, and light has paled. Beyond the reach of solar glance, In shadowed stillness stars may dance. And there, perhaps, in lunar night, Exist the architects of light. Not beasts wit...Read more

There’s more devils here than Hell can hold, With voices sweet and silence cold. They speak in riddles, wear your face, Then tear your mind without a trace. They crawl through cracks behind your eyes, Plant seeds of doubt and nurse the lies. Their hands are soft, their touch is kind — Until they pu...Read more

The daggers crawl beneath my skin, They twist and churn, they grin within. A thousand blades in fevered bloom, Each breath a march toward deeper doom. They stab not once, but every hour, In silent rooms, they seize their power. No scream escapes—just hollow moans, A choir built from breaking bones....Read more

I walked through crowds like I was air, No one to look, no one to care, A hollow frame, a faded face, Just passing ghosts in every place. The nights were long, the mirrors cold, A story scarred, but never told, Each heartbeat like a broken drum, A song for no one—numb, and dumb. I learned the ar...Read more