I am a diseased god

There’s nothing funny about the dark and yet I laugh.

To weather a storm
You must not think of what it has taken from you
Until it has passed

Light Blinds

Way I see it Death is a pale rider on a white horse, that’s why in weddings they make you wear white.

Beware the beast, his speed and his claws but most
of all beware his dripping honey jaws.

Do the dead feel safe?

One day you’ll be up close and you’ll realise that the great Circle of life is just a really big drain.

If I were to tell you that I hate you it would only be to make you happy

Like a screw
That turns into the flesh
It’s righty tightly
And loosely left