Poems

Relentless PursuitIn corridors where dusk collects its toll and fluffy demons prowl,Eyes phosphorescent, wide with madness, hearts pounding out a prowl.Each twitch of nose betrays intent—the promise of a hunt unending,A passion built for ruin, every step another fate contending.Chaos clings to their softest fur, a parody of innocence in flight,They haunt the crawlspace, crash […]

Shattered Mind In the asylum’s twisted halls,where shadows creep along the walls,thread by thread, as echoes whisper of the dead. Darkness drips from every seam,drowning sanity in screams.Windows barred, trapped withinthe madness taking shape. In the depths of fractured thought,reality becomes a knot.Sanity frays, lost withinthe mind’s dark maze,no reprieve, a soul that’s bound,cannot leave.

Forbidden Chamber (I Am) In the chamber of lust, where shadows weave,A haunted space where nightmares still believe.Here, I part the veil, where terrors heave. My touch is forbidden, my presence near,As secrets whisper all that you should fear.In this room of dread, you tremble with sheer. I am the space with tales untold,And every

Pyro Bunnies from HellIn the hush between porch lights, where the ordinary world forgets its guard,Pyro bunnies prowl in clusters—coats scrubbed clean, hearts charred hard.Every midnight garden party is a massacre staged in wool and whisker,Soft noses scenting the wind, plotting which patch of earth to blister.Their eyes catch the moon and throw it back

Night of the Evil BunniesIn a half-forgotten town where children dare not speak of what the darkness breeds,The clock stutters and the porch lights flicker, failing to push back ancient weeds.The wind claws at the siding as if some memory gnaws beneath the paint,Every room a pressure chamber, every hallway whispering restraint.Legends crawl along the

Ode to the Fluffy BunniesBehold the prance of chaos wrapped in fur,Those bunnies in their havoc, spinning comfort into fear,They dance atop the ruins with a grace both raw and pure,Their innocence the mask that brings the end so near.A garden’s peace undone by leaps that blur the line,Between the softest touch and mayhem’s sly

Kiss of the Viper In the garden of shadows, where whispers collide,a serpent awaits with a glint in her eyes.She’s the queen of deception, the master of lies.She’ll pull you in close, then watch as you die. The moonlight is cold, but she’s burning brightwith a venomous smile, queen of the night.She’ll twist all your

Lullaby for the Wrong Child My mother sang a lullaby each night.A melody she said she made up herself,but the words were in a languageshe did not speak and could not translate. She learned it from her motherwho learned it from hers.A chain of women singing soundsthey did not understand to sleeping children. I recorded

In the Shadows of Hell’s BunniesWhere darkness lingers at the edge of vision and dusk sharpens into threat,Hell’s bunnies gather in clusters of fur and fangs, sowing a legacy no soul will forget.They hide in thickets, silent as nightmares, their eyes agleam with infernal delight,A carnival of chaos poised in each stare, promising carnage long

Infernal GleamFrom the crumbling edges of twilight, where forgotten horrors breed,Bunnies rise, cloaked in fluff—innocence masking infernal greed.Eyes burn with flickering embers, coals dredged from Hell’s own hearth,Soft paws carry silent death, their soft touch marking doom upon the earth.Their twitching noses catch scent of ruin, whiskers flick with dire intent,Each hop a whisper of