Poetry
"In the night's tender embrace
melodies unfold from the undertow.
Skeletal fingers linger and claw
deep within my gray matter.
Cannibals and werewolves
ravage my body
as I cry tears of utter joy."
"Having testified to the shadow's embrace
I forswear to descend back into darkness
Within the breach of the moonlit night, I am wretched."
Just because I joke a lot
about the troubles life has brought
doesn’t give you the right
to throw it back in spite.
“You never had a father”
is not a badge of honor.