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Reflections on a Life There I lie in the distant hypnagogic visions of my mind. Oh so many breaths taken and exhumed. Oh so many bridg..

Propagation I will not bend to the will of Satan anymore for in me now is the will to resist her taunts. I have built a barricade of confid..

Foursquare If my expressions of love are too much, if my emotions overwhelm and suffocate, then I apologise. For in me is a tumult; a..

With Respect I do not deny the frailty of my mind, for I am acutely aware of my own psychosis. My delusion that the world is a good and s..

Some Pigs Specifically, what is it you want from me? Am I a mere pawn in your game of world domination or am I a player? When the chi..

Into the Depths The decaying smell of shell-fish, hanging on brisk breezes, putrid yet purified by the salt of the ocean. The sea's..

The Decay Mangled wreck of rusted iron. Once a life's built work-horse, a bright gem for a bluish Magpie to adorn in a garden beyond..

Isatis Tinctoria Streaked tear tainted flesh, woad stains still fresh as the clearances and imperial invasions pre-empted an empir..

Fighting Still The bleak beaks of authority peck my flesh, and I slip unadorned towards that dark stain, placed upon my soul by Ad..

Moribund Thick cobwebs of doubt ensnare each fly of thought in the sticky black, bitter molasses of life's entanglements, until I..