the sun spit venom down upon the land in raylashes of angry defilement vehemently stricken not by ozone depletion but recompense for sins as yet unbegotten raze the land of unfettered dead souls chained to the furrows of languished denial sinshine falling like daggers of malice from the unblinking orb in the cerulean sky

walking on eggshells on broken glass barefoot each sliver covered in salt salty from another missed opportunity another missing seance for the lost soul of happiness given a viking funeral off the shores of this valhalla made of matchsticks and driftwood a lone tear trails down through the cracked foundation painting pretty cheeks a pale […]

you glide upon wings of redemption stained black by the weight of my sins the sin eater sat with a bowl of ale and a crust of bread, absorbing the misdeeds of the dead, black teeth stained with tar from the multitude of evil deeds taken in you glide my brown eyed beauty i follow […]

blessed be by the sisters of perpetual misery, raked across the flames of sin by ravenous demons left to flutter like a tattered rag in the howling winds of eternity