This Tower

I used to climb those same vines of darkness and depth, but then I reached the top and hell couldn’t pull me down anymore. I stared down at the world, from my tower of recovery I could see the struggle, the crippling of mankind. I tried to pull you up the wall, scratched my bare … More This Tower

Rejected

Our blades our pills, and our nooses were not just objects. They were the love we longed for, when the world left us bare and nothing. The thing we had as the Earth shattered around us, and as the idea of loneliness came to surround our days. Our minds set to reverse, whilst our body … More Rejected