365 At one hundred days I stood half-still, A shaking heart, a stubborn will, Still counting breaths, still fighting sleep, Still learning how the scars run deep. A hundred days felt carved from stone, Each morning faced the world alone, The past still barked behind my eyes, The future dressed in ...Read more

There’s more devils here than Hell can hold, With voices sweet and silence cold. They speak in riddles, wear your face, Then tear your mind without a trace. They crawl through cracks behind your eyes, Plant seeds of doubt and nurse the lies. Their hands are soft, their touch is kind — Until they pu...Read more

Part III – The Last Embrace: Her Ending (His lover’s point of view) The door hung open like a maw, Its silence sharp enough to gnaw. The air was thick with curdled red, A home now stinking of the dead. His coat lay torn across the floor, A handprint smeared across the door. The staircase groaned ...Read more

Part II – The Monster’s Verse: Feast of the Fleshborn (The monster’s point of view) He cracked like shell beneath a heel, His soul a meal, his thoughts my veal. His screams were salt, his tears were wine, I sucked him dry from spine to spine. I curled inside his fragile frame, And scraped his min...Read more

Part I – Hollowed by the Howl (His point of view) It crept behind my bloodshot eyes, A whisper carved from crawling flies. It slithered deep behind my grin, And gnawed my innocence within. It fed on thoughts I used to keep, And poisoned every shred of sleep. My skull became its nesting bed, It la...Read more

I scorched the earth beneath my feet, torched bridges with a grin and beat. I danced in flames I struck myself, while love and reason screamed for help. I carved my shame in powdered lines, hid guilt in bottles, cloaked in lies. Each manic high a holy crown— until it cracked, and brought me down. ...Read more

The moon turns slow, a silver sphere, But hides a half we never hear. A secret face, forever veiled, Where time is hushed, and light has paled. Beyond the reach of solar glance, In shadowed stillness stars may dance. And there, perhaps, in lunar night, Exist the architects of light. Not beasts wit...Read more

There’s more devils here than Hell can hold, With voices sweet and silence cold. They speak in riddles, wear your face, Then tear your mind without a trace. They crawl through cracks behind your eyes, Plant seeds of doubt and nurse the lies. Their hands are soft, their touch is kind — Until they pu...Read more

The daggers crawl beneath my skin, They twist and churn, they grin within. A thousand blades in fevered bloom, Each breath a march toward deeper doom. They stab not once, but every hour, In silent rooms, they seize their power. No scream escapes—just hollow moans, A choir built from breaking bones....Read more

I walked through crowds like I was air, No one to look, no one to care, A hollow frame, a faded face, Just passing ghosts in every place. The nights were long, the mirrors cold, A story scarred, but never told, Each heartbeat like a broken drum, A song for no one—numb, and dumb. I learned the ar...Read more

They call my name, the world stands still, A hush that bends to my own will, No soldiers here, no smoking gun — Just me, the judge, the judged, the one. The dawn is pale, the air unsure, It smells of guilt I can’t obscure, Each breath I take’s a quiet plea, For mercy from the ghost of me. They for...Read more

Red Sun, Quiet Moon Red sun rises—bloody and bare, Spilling fire on the filth in the air. It claws at rooftops, claws at bone, A burning god on a rusted throne. The streets remember screams and sin, Ash on the lips, fire within. The sky is thick with choking guilt, Built on bones the city built. T...Read more

I told you stories shaped like care, Bent the truth to shield your pain, But in the quiet, you could hear The rustle of deceit again. A thousand cuts from words I spared, Each one sharpened by my fear, Thinking lies would make things fair, But losing you with each unclear. I used the drugs, I used...Read more

I swore I’d never wear his face, The anger sharp, the bitter trace. Swore I’d never raise my voice, That silence would be my kinder choice. But storms don’t always crash and shout, Some brew within and trickle out. And bit by bit, the lines got blurred, Till I echoed things I once had heard. I che...Read more

In Gaza’s dawn, little Yara wakes to cries, Her window shattered, smudged with darkened skies. Her brother Jamil hunts for bread at dawn— Their mother’s lullaby is gone and torn. Fatima counts the stars that once were bright, Now bomb‐flash shards extinguish all her light. She hides beneath a table...Read more