Light goes thin,
but something shifts within;
I wish I were brave enough to know.
Silence stabs,
like I’d said something wrong;
I wish I were brave enough to speak.
Voices rise,
all claiming to be right;
I wish I were brave enough to think.
Whispers from the Walls: More Lonely Poems to Echo…
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
Abnormality Agony
the secret code of my mental illness
Twisted Carcass
perverted desires and poisoned words
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Blood Burning
queens snorted and screamed
Murderous Seduction
deep within the haunted wood
Mental Agony
my body stood naked and exposed
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Veins of Corruption
feet dragged in the filth of apathy
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled