Stop breathing turn cold die heart stops beating blood stops flowing cease to be warmth to chilling no time to be killing stand still no more movement no more improvement done fluid draining nothing sustaining motionless placed in a casket into the ground mound of dirt thrust upon you rotting corpse decaying food for worms


Forked tongue sleek shiny skin slithering glistening concealed in green camouflage moving around surroundings licking your minds compendium basket. skin sheds layer upon layer enter the garden silent deadly an open window arising swiftly watching cautiously waiting stillness. Anxious for a taste crooked smile face of several hunter watcher of night cold evil hiding from... Continue Reading →


Sitting there watching and waiting to strike licking your venomous finger tips wheeling theory of foist torment  easier to disperse to assuage your longing to become human  think yourself superlative to the rest a vile demon trying to gain strength from the living  kick and scream searching observation but the falsification one spews in their wake shows... Continue Reading →


Step cautiously anthropoid Survey your inclination regarding heterogeneous epitome Traipse in your own plot Probe thine own measures amid moments of superiority For what is specified to your duty could surely be withdrawn post-haste Thy covetousness what is not yours will beget your ruination  Your façade deludes not a soul Over sands of time when... Continue Reading →

Coup de Grâce (Death Blow)

To understand this piece and my writing diversity, please read  PHANTASMA as the prelude. The Rogue has been let out to roam the wastelands searching for the souls of the damned, the unpleasant and the devious rancid cunts who would unleash their own horrors on the living beautiful souls of our time. Dare to trod here, oh I invite... Continue Reading →

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