From the High Rise Where I Will Commit Suicide

Everything looks so meager down below, As miniscule as the stars overhead, Each dot an entire person, An entire world upon which everything else revolves, Unmoving by other worlds amassing their own gravitational pulls, Each one self-contained, suffering its own entropy. Yes, these people are dying stars, Once so bright, but fading out quickly, Sliding... Continue Reading →



Embattled: This is the landscape of my soul, Reaped of the famine that would set in motion the apocalypse. The stars have waged war with the sky, And where you see salvation and safeguard--- Perspective derived from the dilution of your spirituality--- I see the beginning of the end, Because I am fallen, a demon,... Continue Reading →

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