My prayers

Never quiet

The serpent’s tongue

A drawn heart

Lapping at

The blood soaked flesh

Of an excised malady

A marrow hearth


Nostalgic visions


The human mind

Is too zealous

In defense

Copper coins

Stacked atop

Closed lids

The inescapable cadence

Of an indefinite fugue

A gaping black maw

That finds solace

Only on departure

We are the carrion

The shade

The forlorn howl

Of an eclipsed parade


This is my proof for Helen Valentina please check out her blog if you haven’t yet. You will not be disappointed she is a genius =)


We spend huge portions of our life unconscious and those hours where we are not physically asleep we are in a mental/emotional stupor. At war with our minds to stay awake/mindful we find ourselves suffocating trapped in habits and addictions, unable to change, replaying the same scenarios and conversations over and over. We hunger savagely but never find satiety. Our minds are wired to shut down at the slightest provocation. Automatic Pilot is more default than helpful mechanism. Perhaps those that “die” are simply moving forward to some other stage of existence or nonexistence? Perhaps we are merely ghosts?


The picture is of me taken with a filter and a very unflattering angle to give a creepy effect. My nose looks enormous, you will have to take my word when I say my nose is actually normal sized haha. Because of my prominent cheekbones and the set of my eyes being a bit deep the eyes came out black which is the only part I like of this photo lol. I am not wearing makeup. I have freckles and I think that may have given a weird effect.