Poems

Hours fall apart in increments of shaking and spit,She straddles him like conquest, doesn’t let him quit.He’s begging without language, her rhythm makes him plead,She rides him out past sanity, past hunger, past need.All rules dissolve in this fever, every yes and every no,She owns him for a heartbeat, he lets his failures show.

I feel the walls close in, they start to crawlVoices whisper shit that I can’t recallThey say I’m lost, they say I’m blindBut I’m just tryna get outta my mindUnder the skin, under the liesGotta find a way to shut down my eyesThe air is thin, the silence screamsI’m living in the death of my

High-Stakes ContestLights flash, alarms scream,In this heist, were a team.Stealth and skill, hearts race,In this game, we find our place.Hands move swiftly, in the dark,In this heist, we leave our mark.Taste of danger, sweet and pure,In this night, we endure.High-stakes game, hearts collide,In this heist, we don’t hide.Whispers of thrill, voices blend,In this chase, no

Highway MirageOn this stretch where the he blurs lines,The highway whispers of other times.Mirages dance the road’s far end,Promises of the past blend and bend.Asphalt ribbons unravel fast,Under skies too vast, too vast.Horizons lie with each mile gained,A shimmering hope, yet unconstrained.Each marker a beacon, a siren’s song,Luring us where hearts belong.Yet closer we drive,

Hellfire in My VeinsI was built from blackened embers, raised by wolves that never wept,Carved my name into the thunder, left my mark where devils slept.I swallowed storms, I drank disaster, sp out poison, kissed the pain,But every step still burns like acid, every breath still fuels the flame.Hellfire in my veins, can’t be saved,

Halloween: Open House in Hell [Wraith]The night drops over the suburb like a mask pulled too low, cheap plastic moon hanging above the cul-de-sacs and trimmed hedges,Streetlights smudge their halos in early fog, every yard suddenly a stage dressed with foam tombstones and plastic bones that glow in the dark like someone’s guilty conscience dumped

Halloween: Open House in Hell – Song [Wraith]Verse 1Porch lights flick on like beacons up and down the block, plastic skeletons rattle on their strings, and jack-o-lanterns grin with candlelit rot in their eyes,Kids flood the sidewalk in cheap costumes and candy-colored masks, little monsters on sugar missions under a sky that looks tame if

Gutter Prayers with a Loaded HandRed neon slaps the windowpane, veins pulsing in tandem with some after-midnight grind,Her silhouette is a bruise pressed fl against the cheap motel blinds,A cigarette dangles from her lips—ash nearly breaking, the orange ember just barely alive—As she balances on the knife-edge of want and regret, undressed for money, but

“Halloween Fun, Costumes and Pumpkin Pie”] A ghostly grin lights up the fall night sky, When pumpkins scream with fiery, grinning eyes, Each masked jest turns the mundane to a fright, When pumpkins scream with fiery, grinning eyes, With candy feasts and chilling winds that sigh, The night brings mischief in its dark disguise, A

Gunpowder Halo Over Dead-Man Hill [Wraith]They still call it Dead-Man Hill in that lazy, half-joking way small towns rename a place when tragedy refuses to shut up,a slope at the edge of the park where the grass grows patchy around scorched circles of last year’s rockets and cheap beer cans still half-crushed in the mud