Deeply Held Nightmares

In dark shadows and Murky deapth Sharp teeth with Brusing bite Useless fight Stength ebbs Preassure builds Punch of opportunists The pull of flesh The tight band of death Cascading Over soft eyes and Realization This is it Nothing Left but Lungs sucking At Adam's Ale.


Imagine The End

    I imagine laying in a bed as an old man. My life is almost over; but the curse is, not yet. My family has moved on. They have lots of life left. I understand I am a burden. I don't want to be a burden on them. I want them to enjoy their …