I Summon Thee – A Dark Poetry

I Summon Thee I lit the candledrew the pentagramlaid down a lifeslit her throatand blood drip downpainting the circlein ominous red inkthen i spoke Latinknelt and screamedI summoned all of youto make them sufferto make them bleedto maim their soulsuntil all is nothingthe hate, the blamewill all be undone.

A Poem About Depression

Unmask Demons crawl in my veinsI hear their screamsinside my dreamsI hear their laughtersinside my brainI need to unmask myselfBefore I go insane… Demons talk to meI listen to the murmursWhen i’m sillThey play in my headThey moan, they groanI have to unmask nowAnd claim my throne… Poetic Dustbin

Nothing is more Foul than the Devil – The Irregulars

And I get to draw a Plague Doctor, using my Faber Castell and Artline Pens. Shaded with Koi brush pens. i am always intrigued by the image of Plague Doctors. They were always a symbol of horror instead of healers. I always see them in scary flicks. My latest encounter with this is in The Irregulars, a supernatural series, pretty […]