Of Ink and Death

Night brought dreams and with these fever dreams came endless possibilities painted in the muted colors of silence and melancholy. While the world was draped in the heavy cloak of darkness, he wasn't dreaming. He was creating, his hands fervently moving on a parchment, his head filled with cosmos and his soul losing a piece [...]

Carving Love

Sweet darling, You don't smile, Your eyes don't shine So let me carve a smile On that forlorn profile It will pain, darling But I won't let the wound fester I will make a clean incision ripping  through the tissue and if the pain is unbearable I'll fucking kiss you Darling, I'll be careful I [...]