Poetry

And Then The Bard Spoke

Hanging by the doors, into the windows of mist That carry your arms to me, in a moment of bliss, Carry them like the self loathing bastard you are, Your words don't mean shit in here! They'll grind you and tear you and make you adhere. You are young and you're hopeful, you want to… Continue reading And Then The Bard Spoke

Poetry

Orpheus in the Underworld

Late night at the fortress, high, Higher than a kite in the sky, Surrounded by people smelling of piss and sweat Dirty walls holding tears of it's thousand inmates. Segregated and kept separated Beaten and tortured until broken Locked in these cells like animals, who don't cooperate, Spend forever here on charges of crimes against… Continue reading Orpheus in the Underworld