Category: pain

Can the blood that flows within escape as it congeals and clots, hardening the soul and weighing down the spirit until the bones of little

Hollow echoes of a forgotten past cascade through the empty chambers of the heart. The sound of the rumble is always felt but never heard.

We are neither alive nor dead, but caught between the very shifting void of our own life. For life is our air and death is

I walk through the darkness as the ever-cascading sounds of terror fill the air. Fear creeps ever closer, climbing the ladder of oneself; fear of

Within the sounds of the night, between the grey and the black, where fear stands, and love is emptied, into the silence, the voices halt.

Lost in the void of sorrow where pain has been the closest companion. Neither friend nor enemy, without title or prominence. A being of my