Born of a broken heart. Chambers empty from the start. RED Vessels, vacant from all but sadness. Destined for a thousand miles. For one and all childs. All man, sadden. All men but the Red Man.
My Banshee screams through the night breaking all barriers. Her wings, like that of a scythe. Nothing is left, from her travels, but the dread of life that she called into action. "Stand before me." she hisses. She orders all to spread her infection. After her mission is complete, not a singular bloom will exist.... Continue Reading →
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 