In the beginning there was nothing but darkness; stillness, formless, silent, empty. Then there was light, the beginning of movement, form, creation and awareness. To darkness the very existence of light, even the mere presence of awareness was agony. Since then it has sought to blo...

Trigger warning: extremely dark, disturbing and reader discretion is mandatory. I do not own the images. This is by far the most disturbing thing i have ever written. I still to this day cannot figure out what the hell was going through my head when i wrote this years ago... But want to know the...

I do not own images, credit goes to the original artist. I'm going to try something different this time. I will attempt to write a sort of horror folklore song. I've never tried writing anything like a song before, so lets see how this goes. This is something i made up, and is not related to any ...

It was a mistake to desire the light, aware that it's bound to fade. It was a mistake to unshackle my binds, aware that fate commands the way. What is fortitude? Sincere belief What is belief? Glint of hope What is hope? Trojan Horse of pain Life is bland. It's as tasteful as d...

Love is just an imagination Which doesn't belong in this real world It just works as a You hold her hand when you need it most Then time changes Attraction turns into dependence You're tied to a person Whom you think you believe the most You feel secure Then you start to dream out with him...

ㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄ㅤㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄ㅤ we march to life's tireless parade with our brethren, fellow sinners who dance unintended charades 'round family, friends or lovers to feel as though bound and tethered; just as hope sparkles in a gleam, happiness, the purest aether — b...

TRIGGER WARNING: very dark, reader discretion is advised. I do not own the image, found it through google image search. This is an early work and my first attempt at horror. Black Eyed Beast I run. I hear it coming and i run. It's heavy footsteps pounding the earth behind me rap...

Often I do wonder with bore, sat on a rock by this white shore, Adorned by stars, its silver hue, illusion of an oddly few— How mine heart calls this place a home, a home where mine darkness does roam, A shore of snow, this home where mine own shadows grow, Where all li...

At a day I wanted to be alone. My friend insisted on sleepover. I was burdened enough to smile, heavy enough to chuckle. The night came rushing as she talked about her fantasy that barely made sense to me, as I surfed elsewhere in my mind. It was too late, and she could see me drowse. She moved to...

welcome to my blog ••• hi everybody! today i’ve got another book review for you all. this is the first book i’ve dnf’d since middle school— i just absolutely could not get into it. no hate to the author, but it really wasn’t for me....

welcome to my blog ••• hello, hello! two reviews in one day? wtf. in my defence i actually finished this book last week, and was too desperate to start a dark and drowning tide that i put off writing this review. but alas, here it is...

——❝ 𝘖𝘩, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. ❞ Welcome to the final act —— :performing_arts: Parts one through six are provided at the end of the previous blog. Check them out if you’re interested in read...