Let it not be said that i am not a realist, let it be instead said, i am a fantasist, living in a realists reality. The tunnels jaws open up to me, seeking neither to swallow nor consume, but to be ex...

Break me again, i beg you. For in my pain i find my unwitting penance. A thousand crimes to yet be committed call to me, and death seems my jealous lover of afar. For what have the living to offer me ...

Death is a sorrowful companion to keep, for certain. Yet, even in sorrow, there is familiarity. I once wondered to myself why Death refused to take me, despite my offering myself to him upon a silver ...

Anger derived from sadness, and made into maddening power, bubbles through me like a wellspring. There is no happiness here, for the happy drive the evil insane. I tell myself that if i surround mysel...

A scream threatens to tear the back of my throat apart. It wont come out. As much as i want to cry and scream, and flail about, i must stay calm. There are phones ringing, and voices chattering all ab...