Self explanatory. Please comment. These are lyrics that I had written recently about my ideas I had pop into my head.

This is a realistic horror about what the consquences are to crime.You always go in one way and come out another, hardened by the criminals you do time with.Society itself punishes you, hardens you and slaps you in with a bunch of convicts who know the rules of the game.You then become aware that you either do or die and inevitably become an even worse criminal than what you were when you went in, straying from all pupose, leading you down the devils path of enlightment. Perhaps we know someone like this,or have a family member like this, but no one ever likes to admit it as though they themselves are the ones that committed the crime.I wrote this for my brother.

It is all I need.

Whether we realise it when it happens, years later, or not in this life-time, everyone, at some point in their lives, is caught. Caught within the constraints of “acceptable” art, caught between obligations and decisions, caught by the reliance of comfort or love. This poem reminds us: Don’t settle, strive.

As many of you know I have been writing horror stories for along time and have found a way to incorporate horror into poetry,almost like mini stories so to speak. I love writing horror because the human mind will never ceased to be fasinated by the unknown.

Are you among the bloodlines?

Something I experienced two nights ago…and in front of my home, no less! I’m still creeped out by it. This is my attempt at the Japanese literary form of haibun, a combination of prose and haiku.

I got trapped on a friend’s balcony last week. It was an embarassing experience.

A short story.

Trapped in a lift, under rubble, etc,must be a really scary experience.

It’s kinda sad, but I’m beginning to see no other way. It’s becoming too much of a painful pattern for me.