Art created in heat, Snakes curl and hover, They twist and consume, Suffocating from within. Far off through tendrils, A fire smoulders, Bubbles and hisses, Blooming in the din They take hold of the body, Clinging to skin like lovers They wrap and squeeze, Until blood is dripping from their chin
If a tiger kills a gazelle, No cries of evil ring out. A tiger is free from moral. People agree this without doubt. And yet our own is bound, To abide by the laws of old Why should not I yearn for the taste of blood, Or the want to feel skin turn cold? Oh, … Continue reading Morality
Read…even if you don’t like doing so (like I did), you must because you could be writing blind if you don’t have the maps people left before you.
“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?” “I swear.” I mean what would happen if I didn't. Come on, seriously, who doesn’t swear, whether they are telling the truth or not. “Where were you on the night in question?” “I was at home…alone.” I was standing over … Continue reading Truth is What We Make it
It shakes in fear, It freezes in its corner, Its waiting, its begging. I watch and wait. It thinks perhaps I am blind, Its legs stop quivering, It starts to laugh at me I snarl and pounce.
A King thinks over his worst duties.
You ask a prisoner for life advice.