

Morbid ShortDisembowed, Decapitated, Everything's, Manipulated.Morbid Short
Wretching bile, Recoiling flesh, Soon to be, Pieces left.
In a world, Where love is hate, Theft is gain, Pleasure is pain.
Where intelligent, Are first to sin. And ignorant, First to win.
From whee to whoa, Wow to whew.
Where nothing, Everything, Is up to you.
In a world so fresh, It stinks from here. So confusing, It's perfectly clear.
Where one moves all, And all moves none. This de


Painting TextClad in irony, Weilding twist.Painting Text
Taking the land, Converging to mist.
Taking a duo, So love can grow.
Manifesting, The rightful foe.
Imagination, Creativity, New creation: Tools of the trade.
The onomatopoeia, Of a silent realm.
Master of, The writer's pen.


Post GenocidePost Genocide Robert BrauchPost Genocide
Three remained. Clad ruggedly in the old northern military uniforms, black cargo with the badges and flags happily ripped off, the individuals didn’t look much different. Neko with her cold, yet innocent pale face and long black hair, Cog with his straggly red hair and baby-fat face, Aix with her model figure and cropped blond hair… Chain noted off others mentally, wondering how they’d be if still breathing. Glancing at a puddle he recoiled at his own reflection. Scar stretching from temple to jaw, dark hair long and unkempt, and weathered eyes hinting more to his age. His plato


InsomnicInsomnia steals time. Night after night, Of paranoia. Day after day, Of drifting between, Consciousness and dreams. I sit asleep, Yet unable to sleep, Typing. Pointless text, For pointless people. Trying to relax, The source, Which tortures so, The mind. The drifting thought, Which never settles, Keeping me up. The idea, That I may not, Be pointless.Insomnic
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"Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana."
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