I’d Lose My Head

Not all inspiration needs to be comforting, sometimes the best uplifting incentive has teeth

In sorrow there is opportunity

What if anything must reality seem if through the lense of deaths final dream

One day even The Sun will refuse to get up

It is not a new concept that monsters and demons exist in the human psyche. And thrive there. But how do they get there and why they thrive, that is something worth talking about.

Totally crossed out

What may be found in furrow and dell? Life or death, heaven or hell

Leftovers are only left cause something is fixing on eating them later

If you sit at an open window at midnight in the country and listen, within 20 minutes you will know there are monsters and at night they walk these lanes.