Life pushes us towards death.

For the children.

….

Second chances are great, everybody makes mistakes.

In some situations you have absolutely no choice at all, this is for someone on life support.

Here we go again, another horror poem – you would think I am becoming a pro at it or something.This poem is about rage and to what extent it can actually take hold of someone. People who were once normal, who have been pushed too far can dramatically change by letting evil into their hearts.
I enjoy writing horror as well as horror poetry because the human mind will never cease to be fascinated by the unknown.

Poem.

It is Easter and counting eggs is easy, right?

Took the young brave’s life…

Seven has always been a lucky number, and it certainly was in the town of Umber…