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Shadows dance around the belfry of my mind where the church bells ring by hooded cloaks cries. Mists encircle harp strings broken monuments fal..

Do not look into the mirror seeking knowledge or truth, you’ll only find self.

Obscure scribbles

We are all points in the distance until we become on entry someone else’s orbit only to find we all flat line!

Mad scribbles of nothingness!

You don’t have to be in the driver’s seat to change the drive of a sentence. All it takes is one word maybe a swear word, s**t! ..

The black cape shades the litter- a decaying metropolis. Shadows creep along alleyway haunts on the wisps of rotting corpses. On the whisp..

It’s not hard to believe in ghosts anonymity’s when you are one as the wings of my time settled I found myself resting below nest..

She being too self absorbed became a book autobiographically titled Vain. Having no time she needed someone to turn her pages, she was still tr..

I was a book from the outside, but the memories inside tore my pages apart, only my title remains.