The Mist

Tripping through the Twisted remains. Turning tactfully, holding back the reigns. My mind and soul, No longer whole. I sever the tether, Now I am light as a feather. My being ceases to exist, As I float through the mist. To the throne of the Great Unknown.

Redemption

Gradually falling through a spacial abyss, Trapped in my head, somethings amiss. Dark twisted thoughts seep through my skin, Manipulating and transforming -- The product of sin. A single ray of light burns through the dark, I can see clearly for once, thanks to a spark. Crawling slowly up the slope, a much harder climb, … Continue reading Redemption