I have never wanted anything From anyone I seek no help because nothing will remain Please don’t spare me the pain I am content to stay here In my dread void of suffering For eternity Till my body withers And my spirit is cast out to roam space Leaving nothing but an empty husk In […]
Who am I these days? I don’t even recognize my own gaze. A stranger’s taken my skin Cut me open and stitched me up again. Now we’re both in this hell Two angels who fell Hating themselves everyday Till we both wither away
I’m going to turn my pain into art. It’s the only way I know how to bear my heart. I laugh, cry and have all these regrets. I challenged the world and I lost the bet. I surround myself with people and pretend to keep myself from going mad. But even with my friends around, […]
“You sure you want to do this?” “Meat” was an experimental piece of fiction I wrote up this past year that bounces back and forth between the sick desires of an unknown patient and the odd and terrifying transaction of flesh and blood…Happy Halloween folks and enjoy~
Hey, doctor I feel a little bit off kilter. A tad off my beat. The rhythm I once walked to hasn’t moved my feet. I’m feeling a bit confused and think I need to take a seat. I’m ready to give up now, swallow my pain and defeat.
“I don’t have time for this…”
9 to 0 and This is the Final Round.
If I was wished away Would you still think of today? Consider how I tried to smile and laugh. Look at the pain my eyes tried to convey. Nevermind. No need to save me. I will waste. I will decay. No tears. No heartache. Don’t even Pray.
what
am i?
The Thrumming Begins
Zo Grimmwood 