Once upon a Time there was a Voice. This Voice lived in two houses, A House of Noise and A House of Silence. Yet still it had no place to be heard, no place to be. It had no home. And so the day came when the Silence became too great, too deep, and the Noise too shallow and meaningless, and the Voice split itself, becoming a Chorus of Whispers, creating its own depth of Silence and inner noise. Using what it knew to creat...

Someone set me free. Someone push me over the edge. Fuck with me, make fun of me, taunt me. Push me over the great chasm I so often stand upon and finally set me free. Allow me to succumb to my twisted desires and evil impulses. I am waiting for the time to come. Waiting for the chance to be set free. I know the day will come, it must, or I'll go crazy thinking about it.

The klaxon alarm that heralded the evacuation of Terra Prime still haunts my dreams. Even though I am a safe colonist on Lunar Prime. The desolate floating of everything on this rock feels like the primal birth of something voidal, gaping, and incessant. Like a fly buzzing just on the outside of your perception barrier. Taunting and also easy to dismiss with enough distraction. The trouble is, distractions like food ratio...

With clenched fists, I pound on your door Shrill cries unlike you’ve ever heard before Mustering all the strength I have left in my core Frantic and desperate screams, you ignore In the dead of night, the world is without colours A twig cracks, a bush shudders Gasping for air as my heart flutters As shadowed beasts encircle me like vultures With a menacing grin and eyes of jade Slowly approaching, each wielding a sharp bl...

I’ll never truly be ready The air is thick, my breath is unsteady Blurred vision, palms are sweaty The weight on my shoulders is overwhelmingly heavy Hope beacons through speech Peaking through bars in the dark Golden glowing hands are just out of reach Until silence dulls their spark Unnerving stillness, I can produce no sound Speak, Shout, Scream, Shriek Vocal chords are bound Succumb to burdened bleak Imprisoned by the...

How many times have I been here? One step forward, three steps back In my confusion, I’ve lost track Dragged further and further into the black The shadows have claws, they dig into my skin Biting at my flesh, sinking their teeth in My tenacity is wearing thin Will I ever escape the darkness within? This cycle began before my prime Should I let the rot consume me one last time? Shall this be my final rhyme? No, I just nee...

Sorrow eats the worm at the bottom of the bottle with a kind of parasitic fermentation that now poisons the mind into thinking they are free that they have control over their life that they are whole as long as they keep drinking as long as they keep drinking as long as they keep drinking as long as they... ... Hey! Bartender, pour me another?

Every hour, minute, second I am prey I am fodder Hunted down by demons Haunted by every face I've ever seen Pacing around in suffering Isolated by shame Reluctant by nature Tormented by illness I lay powerless to their mockery Engulfed in darkness Stunned in shadow I try to grasp onto anything outside of this void Daring to hope Pleading to be sedated by the radiant I always come up short I attempt to cling to the tangibl...

A flicker of light I can see it from afar Drowning in darkness. A whisper of hope I can hear it fade away Deafening silence. A soft cry for help It is coming from within Not denying it. You reach out to me Holding your little candle Sharing me the light. Inaudible now The sound of a cheer replays Reminds me of hope. I accept your hand You lead me, I follow you Be a better me.

I’ve walked in darkness my whole life. Each day I wake up and wonder if today is the day I will slip away into the darkness – then resolve, like an alcoholic, that I will hold out for just one more day. Death is my addiction, and I work to hold it off every day. People talk casually about being depressed. Therapists correct that and say rather that it is living with depression. Churchill, who struggled with depression mos...

“He will see you now,” the creature growled pointing towards an old oak door. I got up from my seat and made my way in front of it. This was it. It was finally time to make my case. I briefly ran through all my arguments in my mind. I knew I only had one shot at this. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The loud creaking from the wood rattled my nervous bones. The walls were lined with skulls, one on top of ano...

In exhausting dreams, There is no solace, no peace In unconsciousness, There is no escape; fears release Thoughts morph into demons, Stalking, Watching, Preying, Panic sets inAs courage weakensWalking, Running, Sprinting As claws dig into flesh No turning back The wound is fresh Howls form into words “In your imagination, you are free” Lies and deceit That is a guarantee For demons never let you rest Waking or asleep Impr...

Silent slumber, like death, yet the voices won’t be silent. Hurt to see if I still feel. Cut to see if I still bleed. Fuelled by my desire to escape, stained by my own blood. Pain, my drug of choice, pouring through my veins reigniting every flame my soul had once consumed.

Who is the one that through the seasons, is the same? Who is the one that will take the blame? Who is the one that will carry the shame? Who is the one that left the embers inside aflame? What will it take to shed the tiniest tear? What could I do to make my own morbidity disappear? What have I done to warrant your malicious fear? What would make my compass clear? Where would I be, without you inside of me? Where would I...

We sit here as one, just myself and my gun, in a state of confusion and doubt – alone in my lair, in profound disrepair. with no obvious way to get out. No windows, no doors, and no carpeted floors, not a picture that hangs on the wall – no map to express any written address and no phone with a number to call. A place that’s impure, that’s so dark and obscure, where no cognizant thoughts are consigned – this place I enlis...