The Cold Chain

His eyes searched;
they explored the dim room,
scanning shadows for something to ease pain.

His gaze found
a blade upon the shelf;
it gleamed silver in the muted air.

His heart lurched;
it fluttered at the grim thought,
imagining release from the cold chain.

Whispers from the Walls: More Lonely Poems to Echo…

Bound in Darkness

blood spilled over the descending sun

Mental Fortress

the radiance of my spirit dimmed.

Twisted Carcass

perverted desires and poisoned words

Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…

Deep Black Eyes

while my moist lips trembled

Fierce Hunt

gave me a brief moment of rebirth

Brave Enough

I wish I were brave enough to speak