I didn't think it was possible for me to store so much hatred inside my soul. Thankfully it's kept well hidden deep down in my core, where it lingers as nothing more than a long term reminder, of a time when you took delight in torturing my soul. Memories cannot fade in the same way … Continue reading The Hating – a poem about…
I will take it all out on me I will take it all out on me I will take it all out on me Until the time I can't remember. My dreams begin to form a shattered reality Making me dance uncomfortably while in pain Suffering in a moment that is so trivial Bed sheets … Continue reading Stain – a poem about…
Dusk descends having vanquished day wrapping its midnight blue satin cloak around me. Pangs of hunger erupt through me as my fangs throb urgently instructing the sense and desire to feed. Soon, I will find a soul who submits willingly to my allure, offering forth their flesh to satisfy my desire and charm. I drain … Continue reading Vampire Amore – a poem about …
The Technician, my first dark fiction/horror novelette (or long short story), is now available to pre-order through Amazon. It will be released on the 1st of July. Some of us have secrets. Some secrets must be protected, whatever the cost. When the paths of the ruthless Richard Hewitt MP and a tech-obsessed loner Harvey Marlowe … Continue reading The Technician – my new horror book
Please hold me Tightly in your arms Calm my erratic breathing Before taking away the pain That clouds my mind Interrupting everything I do Making me so weak and worthless Desperate to find some resolution. I am locked in desperation Scared of what comes next As my mind deals another cruel blow Leaving me ashamed … Continue reading Fade Away – a poem about…
Awaking from an unpleasant dream I despair as the vile imagery manifests. Tears begin to well in my darkened eyes, while my soul weighs heavy with sorrow. A switch is flicked off inside my head, powering down my ability to function as blackness flows through my entire body rendering me inoperative once more.
I asked a simple question how do I end the suffering? Answers and suggestions were varied so, I tried them all in the hope of freedom. Religion was full of lies and false promises. Too many pills in one go made me sick blades made a Sickly red mess none of which helped to heal … Continue reading Heal the Pain – a poem about……….
