Deep in my heart I can feel my fire burning.

A passion beyond lust or infatuation.

A foreign feeling.

Scary and raw.

Days once difficult are easy.

Our only obstacle is distance.

A hurdle soon jumped.

And that fire rages on inside.

More fierce than the molten aftermath of Pompeii.

Deeper than the Mariana Trench.

I never knew what love was until now.

What fire burns in my heart once cold.

How beauti...

When nightmares are all you’ve ever known, dreams can be a truly frightful thing.

When darkness has consumed your life for as long as you can remember, light can be a truly terrible sight.

When sorrow is all you’ve ever felt, joy can be a truly dreadful thing.

The concept of peace, real peace, can be far frighting than easing.

The idea of happiness can be scarier than depression.

These feeli...

As I walk through the forest, my place I go to reflect and deal with my thoughts when they become too much. I start to feel it again a shadow, looming just behind me but just out of sight. Sometimes it’s a figure I can barely are out in peripheral vesion. Sometimes it’s more obvious, looming just over my shoulder not just following my stride. My own personal darkness going with me everywhere I go....

As I stare down from the chair I reflect upon my life, the choices I’ve made that have lead me here. They say when faced with mortality your life flashes before your eyes, and when I reflect I only see and feel disgust with myself. A loathing and hatred. I’ve lost this fight with life and the void stares back welcomingly. I close my eyes and smell the crisp night air, I hear cars drive past my apa...

I crawl through the dirt, the mist and grime. On hands and knees I creep ever closer to the great mosolium. I castle of death, centered around this vast and full cemetary. The stench of death perfectly mixed with the moisture of the air assaults my nose, overwhelming as it is, I continue on. Crawling passed graves and crypts. Each looking ancient and forgotten, dirty and barely legible. I see the ...

I cling to the mind with hooked talons. I dig in and guide their lives backwards, hindered and miserable. They know I am in complete control. They know they shouldn’t be so totally under my thumb, they know it’s irrational, and yet I win again and again. They think it is fear, but I am so much more. There is a sickness inside each one of them and I feed on their suffering. I manifest in different ...

My person is the best in the world. He feeds me the best meat all the time, and always lets me out to play and hunt the other people, usually female people that don’t seem to want to play. He makes sure I know its all just play and I’m always rewarded for a good play with fresh meat! Sometimes they cry and it feels real, but he always assures its all in good fun. His laughs when I catch them alway...

Walls of dark surround me

A sea of negativity

Responsibility and obligation cloud happiness

The world is filled with evil

Greed, hate, lust

Beaten down by reality I scream in silence

My smile is a lie

Fabricated to survive

Every time to plead for help I’m met with empty apologies

Only ever prescribed words, no treatment from friends or family

Consume pills to numb myself from the world

An empty b...

“Have you ever heard the story of the Blind Watcher?” Sally asks me with a playful yet menacing tone while we get our backpacks out of our lockers. “The Blind Watcher?” I reply confused but willing to play along with her little Halloween story. Sally smirks but tries to quickly hide it with a facade of seriousness. “Yes, you know they say he comes out the week before Halloween to pick his next lis...

John is awoken by a hard scratching sound from the basement again. “Every night for a week straight, I swear this sound will drive me mad. It’s time to finally man up like Dad would say and ghost down there.” John speaks quietly under his breath as if psyching himself up, but trying to not wake his still sleeping wife.

John blindly grabs the oil lantern and matches on the side table and leaves th...