Primal Fear
The Corpse You Once Knew
Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye. Originally posted 2011-08-07 18:22:02. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MoreThe Insane Hunger Within
Yet mad I am not…and very surely do I not dream Originally posted 2011-07-28 15:17:16. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MoreWhen You’ve Fallen Into Darkness With No Way Out
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. Originally posted 2011-08-09 19:08:06. Republished by Blog Post...
Read MoreWe Stopped Looking For Monsters Under Our Bed, When We Realized They Were In Our Head
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? Originally posted 2011-07-20 21:51:04. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MoreThings That Bite In The Dark
Til shade is gone, til water is gone Into the shadow with teeth bared Screaming defiance with the last breath Originally posted 2011-08-03 21:02:12. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Read MoreInternal Rage Takes Hold
Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty Originally posted 2011-08-09 19:17:45. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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