About
As I write my pen bleeds red. My mind conjures images of dread.
Releasing my soul, letting go of my hate. Disposing of the evil flowing from hellish fate.
Crying in sadness; yelling in pain. Only my sanity do I have to gain.
So, as I sit ,my pen bleeds red. As I sit and struggle to stay ahead.
These poems and writings are a product of many different sides and how Darkness affects me. They may seem evil, suicidal, and depressing on the surface. Only a deep look into these writing and exploration into yourself will open your mind to a better understanding of how “fear” as a power controls us so violently.
Only when you can control your fear can you control your life!