UnexpectedIt was terrible. One of the most frightening things I've ever witnessed. You can't possibly comprehend my horror! To see your fellow companions snatched to your left and your right - and the beasts! They were enormous! I didn't expect to find such dangers here, not after coming all this way. And we were all so close! I could smell it. We were nearly at the end of our journey, and then this horror befell us. Is this some cruel joke from beyond? To struggle toward one goal your whole life, only to be gruesomely slaughtered when that goal is nearly reached? Oh and this death had such sharp claws and cutting teeth, such fangs like none compare. Not even a shark's gaping mouth could cause me such shock. And those teeth, I can feel them. I can feel them ripping me apart. My soft pink flesh ripped away. Bones swallowed. And my eyes can no longer see. I am dead. I am dead and eaten. Who was I?
Smothered EmbersComfort is a trap.It lulls you with itsLack of fear or worryAnd soothes your nervesSo that you may spendEternityIn stable monotony,And the World willSilently slip onwardWithout you.There is no passion here.Comfort is for theWeak and weak-willedAnd I absolutely refuseTo ever be either.I want to burn deepWith fear and furyAnd grasp at flames.Perhaps flinging comfortAway seems likeComplete madness toThose wallowing and miredDeep within its confines,But I want again toTaste life on my lips,And feel the searingHeat of fear's fireIn my soulsForever.
Paper-Mache"Here you go, have a pirate ship." He said as he turned from the jumble of boxes he'd been rifling though. The room was strewn with random objects from old VHS films to a tree sculpture made out of candle wax and hanger wires. I was sitting in one of two high-backed floral tapestry chairs which stood out from the haggard surroundings."What's this cord? Oh, it's a light." Lola said from where she sat on the dusty wood floor. "Does it work?"I watched her turn it over in her hands, a little pirate ship with a cord sticking out the back and an opening for a bulb jutting up from the middle deck."I think so." He replied. "It's not mine."He had a light lisp, but it was endearing instead of annoying. I didn't know his name. She and I had been drinking beer in a grungy campus bar when she had invited me along to her friend's. She'd probably told me what his name was at the time, but names aren't very important. I'm almost always game for an adventure anyway, especially after drin
Distant BondsDeath-haired maiden, you travel to the land of theSleepless beasts and wield the staff of lucidity.Wit escapes your lips more quickly than smoke andYou've got a dry, sharp smile with eyes that pierce.Always you linger in the shadowed places,Hiding your pale limbs from the sun above, and oftPreferring to walk the streets under cover of night.While your flesh is young and strong, it is no matchFor the streets' lurking monsters, yet this reality certainlyDoes not stop you from gliding through the worldLike a wraith above a sea of squirming maggots.You hide not the disdain in your eyes for thoseWho disgust you. There is no shame in who you are:A figure who's mind surpasses the planes of everydayAnd pushes the boundaries of knowledge for pleasure.You are the voice of reason and the eyes of sanity.You are my cherished friend.