Attempts At Poetry, Excerpts of Thought, Horror, Idle Hands and Ceiling Fans, Music

b l u r r y f a c e

darkly glowing energy hate and screams in synergy fire inside is killing me destroying is what i’m made for, can’t you see?   i consist of black lustful corruption wild thoughts and cerebral combustion all i am is a creature of corrosion you can’t stop this monster of emotion   words are weapons of mass… Continue reading b l u r r y f a c e

Horror, Short Stories

The Beginning Of Quinn

Running his fingers down the handle of the payphone, he hesitated for the slightest moment before the number was dialed. Waiting apprehensively for the persistent ringing to be replaced by the voice he knew so well, sweat began to bead on his forehead even though a cool fall rain fell outside. “Quinn.” The voice answered… Continue reading The Beginning Of Quinn