Overcome by the wiring not of my fault, I've sought elixir distilled, the firey malt. Though room ne'er spins the senses do dull, More poison, more sin, the overload lulls. Though poison I drink to numb reality Remain I aware of growing toxicity. Even drunk I now write, that may surely be risky, It seems … Continue reading Hungover


The Fog

'Tween hobbies, duties, ideas that may tarry, Mind horse creeps without aim in a bog. Upon chariot, memory 'n' thought it does carry, But Mind has no bearing in unrelent fog. As tick tock and sand fall wanes the night, Nyx, merry, content, takes her turn to sleep. Mind horse lays restless consumed in fright, … Continue reading The Fog