February 2020

Late night conversations have a way of bringing out the unseen version of you, truths that you constantly hide and demons that you fight every

Startled, I whirl around, The sight of no hellhound, But that of gagged and bound, A woman whimpering, A knife held at her throat, dreading,

Am I a shadow that vanishes when the sun is gone? Am I an echo of a word said? Am I a mirage in the

So He Stands there, He hates it when he’s alone, Cause he Can’t stand the Voices in his head, But he’s mostly alone,and Loneliness is

They say that in the silence of the nights is when regrets come like old friends but I’m not sure if I regret what I

So am standing at Heavens Door, undecided,should i Knock??, it’s hard i can’t even raise my hand, Soo unworthy to even cry, I killed a

Stakes were high Like the neighing of a horse He wailed in his closet The decision was made hastily With no deliberation And had turn