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……….
I have become consumed by an entity that must surely be of an alien origin, for I do not believe that what flows through my body and mind can be the product of humanity. My fragile senses become heightened as the blackness begins to consume me, its slippery tendrils of pain wrap around the entirety … Continue reading Symbiosis – a poem about……….
Horror, What does it mean to you? Is it jump scares in the moments of dark silence, or the feeling of being watched when you're completely alone? Could it be that you are scared of monsters that claw at your body before feasting on your flesh? Trapped inside a tomb as you slowly exhaust the … Continue reading Horror – a poem about……..
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This ink on my skin tells a story about me which may not be obvious to you at first sight especially if all you see if yet ‘another tattoo’ permanently etched onto flesh as a fashion statement. I’ll not argue with your viewpoint if you disagree that my ink is a fantastic piece of art … Continue reading Tattoo – a poem about ……….
With eyes closed tightly the noise inside my head intensifies ruining the moments when I should sleep as if interrupted by an unruly child. Voices are cruel and abusive making me feel insignificant taking satisfaction at my misery forcing themselves outward into my reality. Despite my best intentions I cannot ignore the voices even when … Continue reading Alone in my Head – a poem about………..
Anxiety is strangling me forcing air out of my already battered lungs. I cannot deal with this distraction not on top of every other pained emotion I feel. I want these nightmares to end. Contemplating the pros and cons of life has taken its toll and it bores me, I’m finished and need it to … Continue reading Is This The Moment? – a poem about……….