Category Archives: Creative Writing

Testify to the gods below about how you don’t deserve this though.Did they heed your words like you thought that they would?Or was it just a pointless waste of time you haven’t got?These are questions that you should’ve thought.But you were too busy drinking in all of your hype.Did you never hear that indulging willContinue reading “Judgement Rendered”

There is so much noise in the air.Can’t focus on a single note of it here.My brain is scrambled and I need some quiet.Feels like my head is having a riot.A war between nameless, faceless things.Not sure what any of them might bring.So give me a moment to pause and think.Before I go right pastContinue reading “Conflict In Waves”

Panic lies right beneath the skin.I never wanted to let it in.Wormed its way to the win.I can feel it creeping. But the crawl isn’t quite enough.Everything it wants to call a bluff.Makes me question what came before.All the names wear at my core.Sabotage each new prospect.Little that it does not affect.It’s like I’m woodContinue reading “Dug Right In”

Neurotic and psychotic,It’s all you want to be.Time to tear it down and build something not forged in misery. You may say that talk is cheap and that can be true,But would you rather watch the world come for you?I say no but you won’t make a sound.Your dedication is not bordering on the profound.JustContinue reading “Realm Of Madness”

Bullet will go down the barrel,All to make the target sterile.Sick of the warchief scenario.Sound will reverb in stereo.Traitors stand all around,Each one will soon be on the ground.Laid flat upon the dirt and stones.One day they will be just bones.Names lost to the drifting fog,It tastes more like filth and smog.First the trigger mustContinue reading “Forcing The Change”

Warmth upon my flesh,I’ve been craving this.Heat in my bones,Puts pay to the moans. So drink in the sparkle,For it is a marvel.Cast out the blinding,It won’t subvert climbing.For the sky is the dawn,With purpose new born.It’s why you held out your hand.A confident state by which you stand.But careful of the aroma,It may makeContinue reading “Starlight”

Ropes on my wrists that cut through my clothes,Protection not offered is just how it goes.Cause I’m not meant to be comfortable for the future.What is on offer is a simple form a torture. Punishment rendered unto me,From the condemnation I cannot flee. Tied round the ankles and ready to scream,Soon will start the pullingContinue reading “Upon The Rack”