Cellar of my Soul.

  Fragments of dreams like shattered shards of glass remnants reflected never to be whole swept away into that mental trash bin while Time, like cosmic dust, seeps through the cracks in my mortality.   Fragments of dreams like splinters of wood burrowing into my mind images left behind like underexposed photographs stuffed into my…

On The Dark Side of the Street

This was originally posted over at Thy Demons Be Scribblin. On The Dark Side of the Street I wander through this labyrinth of rusted steel and broken concrete aimlessly seeking shelter from the shadows and decay that stalks my every step like the hounds of an urban Hell.   Ashen clouds smother the sun casting a…

WurmHead

Lost in the catacombs, again deep below the waking world in this festering womb where nightmares breed like maggots writhing in carrion corpses. I make my home, amongst the bones of this osuary I roam not another living soul I see this unfathomable darkness is all I need a blind spot in God’s eye where…

Blood Stained Mary

Blood stained Mary arise from the dust of eternity and sing those ancient songs to me   Oh Blood-Stained Mary broken bones and cemetery stones   Let me run my hands through your brains   Oh Blood-Stained Mary slither out of your grave and lay with me   On bended knee – down to your catacomb…

Madre Morte

she’s the kinda person who holds doors open for ghosts 1999

Poetry: Birthright

Birthright     Midnight’s my birthright stop peering at my haunted soul and come on in let my darkness seep into  you like  blood through silk   Midnight’s my birthright things undone under the Sun things that creep and things that slither things that beckon come hither   Midnight’s my birthright Wolves howl and Gypsies…