I’m living with a monster!

I can’t say when he moved in – maybe he was always there, living in my shadow, under my bed, feeding with my happiness, dreams and hopes. I stuck him in the closet, put 4 locks on it and always prayed he won’t come out again! But he always does… It’s the same old story…

Kiss of death

A demon doesn’t kiss and tell. He strips you off your flesh, your heart, Breaks you down with sticks and stones, Then puts back all that was torn apart On your now shivering naked bones. While your hollow eyes are wondering For a chunk of what used to be your soul, You scream in despair,…