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…

Brave Enough

I wish I were brave enough to speak

Twisted Carcass

perverted desires and poisoned words

I Exist

to be rescued from this icy place

Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…

Fierce Hunt

gave me a brief moment of rebirth

Veins of Corruption

feet dragged in the filth of apathy

Tearful Eyes

dulled my mind and left my soul despaired