The First Horseman
A figure waits in the darkness
Author: Zo Grimmwood
I am the the emptiness in your eyes.
The blood on your blade
the tears you cry at night
I embrace the dark.
Follow me on a journey through tales of madness, science, and fantastical worlds.
She Went to the Basement
She clutches her cross.
To the Woods
Please don’t let this memory end.
Something Burning
Eddie, Do you smell that?
Suffer Not
Take me to the hill and tie me to the stake.
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This week I am all about the passion of flame; the emotions tearing us up inside. Make. Me. Burn. I fantasize about the moment when your high spirits are drowned when I take all the self-esteem you own and throw it to a pack of self-absorbed starving wolves I don’t ask the angels much all […]
I Wait by the Fire (Passions II)
Here in the dark, I do wait.
Passions I
Like Love Hate can consume us Swallow us And set our souls on fire.
Pieces
He’s always working.
“Watch This” (Audio)
Your life On Demand
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