lights

though we can’t see her, Hope flies for us.

raven-haired beauty

her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.

hate

hate is a parasite within each of us.

life

that is life, isn’t it? you know that you’ll die in the end, but you continue to live. why?

stress

stress is an evil parasite, sucking your soul dry until you are nothing but an empty husk.

end

they dream of the End.

dark days

some days, i feel gray..

conversation about stars

why i believe in the stars? it’s a novelty i have never seen – a night sky with millions of pinpoint dots of light shining through — through what? what? why? how? when? where? the five questions of life. back on point, i am not an optimistic person. i prefer to see myself as a

secrets

draped in deep shadowslocked by metal chains and keyshidden secrets thrive

monsters

out of the abyss,in my mind, i fashion darkmonsters that reside within i