And the silence, it cuts me. The silence, it gores me,Spilling my blood as the rain falls on me.Excerpt from “Silence

I rummaged through the drawers in search of a strong poison. I thought of nothing as I looked; I had to get it over with as quickly as possible. It was as if it were...

People have come, surpassed my soul and left.I have become hollow and the hollow space inside, hurts.

Orospu çocuğu kan emicilerle çıkmaya başladığından beri bana hiç bir konuda tüm gerçeği anlattığına inanmıyorum Anita”Politik olarak doğrusunu söylemek gerekirse,senin o orospu çocuğu kan emici dediğin vampir, ST Louis’nin Şehir Efendisi Dolp”O seninde efendinmi Anita?”Ne?”Şehir...

I am not compatible with life.

But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of...

Die in my nightmares; I will live in yours.

The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination,made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain,danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through...

That’s because only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear – the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or hereditary memories...

Murder is only killing in the wrong place.

When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live.

Neither spoke, but lat silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked, and a squeaky mouse scurried noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive, and after lying for some time screwing...

In the middle, the river was a deep green, scattered with rocks poking their noses up for a breath. The water charged around them, creating eddies and whirlpools. Closer to the bank, the current dragged...

The macabre who lived through the war have a story they loved to tell about the soldiers of the Foreign Legion giving a ball in the expanses around Verdun and dancing with the corpses. Alabama’s...

In the course of my life I have had pre-pubescent ballerinas; emaciated duchesses, dolorous and forever tired, melomaniac and morphine-sodden; bankers’ wives with eyes hollower than those of suburban streetwalkers; music-hall chorus girls who tip...

I see black light (his last words)

In death we vanquished enemies,In death, we slew our foes.Blood soaked rage engulfed our blades,When blood lust took its hold.–In death, a darkness troubled one,In death, concealed, undone.Deep in darkness dragons wait,When blood would set...

Against a set of desolate scenery, amid spectral crags and livid mountains of ash, beneath the funereal daylight of slopes illuminated in blue, she personified the spirit of the witches’ sabbat. Morbid and voluptuous, sometimes...

You walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic.

If ever I was meant to love, my heart would beat for you,”Need not the Raven say to Crow beneath the winter’s howl.Excerpt from “The Raven and The Crow

If I were pressed, I would admit that she was beautiful, in a dead bride sort of way.

Some things are fairly obvious when it’s a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them

Lies.” Excerpt from “Lies

William sees it all happen again. The pain is not in the event. The subjection to it and his powerless state each time is where his anguish lies. He is unable to influence the situation,...