There exists my escape as there lies my demon's embrace that beacons for my return.
Seduction is within the eyes as my freedoms are locked within this ever tortured skull.
So I believe I will grab a hammer as I strike until I desecrate my canvas.
In dark tides slow albeit steady arrival I sit upon this dead-end shore.
A prisoner to my own process, a slave to choices that slither ever silently.
I can spawn chaos and ultimately destruction of oneself is a truth's ultimate course.
You desire that which I cannot control.
A straight razors surrender to the passion spilled.
Why paint in black and grays when I can just as easily paint with your blood.
Linger upon this mortal precipice to awake broken, to admire the byproduct of my destruction.
It lingers with me as its promise of death holds no illusion.
The killers allure, the poisons fire.
It all awaits as often demons do.
This battle is far beyond me.
For my fate was sealed within the flames from the start.
Where there is smoke, there most certainly is...
JPR, is a southern gothic writer this is his work and that is all he cares to share beyond this point.
Past victems list.
Disturb The Universe, Medusa's Kitchen, Fearless Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Punk Noir Magazine, It Takes All Kinds Literary Zine, Piker Press, Spill The Words, Impspired Magazine, The Dope Fiend Daily, Sava Press.
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