It's hotter than what I remember,
From subtle red and oranges that now glow a deep...
The screams are in the distance, but they don’t...
So I get up and I close the door, close the...
God intelligence
remains highly irate...
A dark, dark trip.
One that would take years to form...
Beware the pale faced smiley man
With cherry nose and outsize shoes...
Witchling dreamt and firstly bore
On pourus rock conceived...
Softly fallen autumn rain
Makes a folly of the brake...
You think he’s the devil
But he has prayed for you...
The walk
The crowd...
Through the cracks
She sadly slips...
In his house he is god
A god of pain and flaying...
Beyond oaken facade dark and worn
What monsters conceived and born...