Voices scream out in pain, and the crowd cheers Begging for more insight into torment Give us a taste of that world of hellfire Cut us open with the same knife that slit your wrists...
Bright Lights and Happiness
There May Be Something to This Writing Thing After All
Is it strange that we living beingsSearch for meaning on silver screens?Or that we scan ink spots printed neatly on paperTo find the truth of our existence?Until I wrote these questions, I didn’t know.Now, my answer is no.Each one of us contains some piece of the truth.Small or large, dim or bright, quiet or deafeningThe... Continue Reading →
