pick a god and pray to it, child / crawl on all fours and beg for your raison d'être / only if you care enough. / prayers disguised as a...

he called me his angel, and perhaps I read into it too much but I have met an angel and they are not soft or sweet or sublime there is a...

4.22pm: I grow horns something biblical, perhaps rather unspectacular 9.44pm: the thirst for annihilation, it consumes shards of broken...

A clear sky does not always mean change, a storm can hide beneath a pink tinged evening You know me from another life People tend to...

Angels perched, crying tears of milk their songs like lullabies, soft as velvet, while the prophets are laying asleep. An angel peeps...