God Damn It, I Think I'm In Love Again

God damn it, I think I'm in love again

i just held a dead rat djjsnsndnen

The Darkroom - Blackout

I am immediately greeted by the empty eyes of a familiar corpse

I don’t remember much but I remember enough.

monsters are different from men. I hope they aren’t worse.

It is dangerous, but I have faith He will protect me, just like he always has,

We live together, we die together.

death surrounds me. I was hoping to never feel this alone again

I learned the hard way, I have to watch my own back here.

in this death trap, I hope I don’t add to the rotting corpses that roam these rooms.

Some might say it’s a gift from God, or whatever twisted creature likes to call itself by the title.

the dead fade

Perhaps I’m getting better after all.

foolish of me to think I’ll be able to forget.

I never want to hear those screams again.

Essay Blackout - Sopapillas

A lot changes when you’re high on too many painkillers. 

An abnormal pain, 

Who is going to stop you? 

No choice but to comply. 

Set off. 

I stumbled through the glass doors, 

Anxious of that craving.

An awkward fool,

I had been ranting on the ride there. 

There is one disappointment in life, 

I’ve tried to look for better, 

And never succeeded.

Drew a little man I'm pretty happy with.

Ivan "Red" Barr

Journal Entry 11/19 - An Angel

An angel walked into the Nook today. White and pure, and, as she said it, “born of all that is good.” Her skin speckled with silver, and upon her back, a wall of white feathers. Her voice was made of ethereality, her smile as stark and perfect as fresh snow, and her laugh was like church bells ringing.

She welcomed the dark to her without hesitation, her aura transforming it into light upon her softest touch.

She was heaven incarnate, and if I didn’t already believe in the Gods above me, she would be proof of them.

Yathanae, a synonym for perfection.