Jeremiah’s path leads him to the steps of the infamous Thistledale Lodge, and his fate into its shadow.

Does it really matter¿

It’s been a macabre day today…

A poem based out of recent events in my life.

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A slightly macabre poem of he whose been bruised by lies.

A poem regarding the shackles of the mind in the form of factual vs ideals.

A poem based on Romans 12:2.
"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will."

Now, nothing left what is done is done.

A macabre short story I made when I was 12. Enjoy!

A poem about dark desires and twisted truths.
Set to the backdrop of a dark Vaudeville show.