Words like weapons are always best refined to a surgical precision.
A battle within, an outward illusion, a burden to fight.
Nights bring out the beast, which, in turn, will be your fatal mistake in the trust and torments we share.
Traumas are devils of endless slumber’s destruction.
Caged is the predator, but a chemical restraint is temporary.
Hell's fury is humanity, never some folklore bullshit.
Fear not the reaper; fear thy neighbor whose ignorance is a spark to poison others.
The well’s oasis is but an acid bath of mental treason.
Hate spreads faster than any cancer.
Avoid the light of another's fire, for what drives them will just as easily incinerate you.
All life is but a corpse in the making.
Waste not, want not.
John Patrick Robbins, is a Southern Gothic writer.
His work has been published in.
Disturb The Universe, Fixator Press, Piker Press, The Dope Fiend Daily, Horror Sleaze Trash, Schlock Magazine, Punk Noir Magazine, Yellow Mama Webzine and Lothlorien Poetry Journal.
His newest book is Lost Within The Garden Of Heathens written with Kevin M. Hibshman.
It is published by Whiskey City Press and available through Amazon.
his work is dark and often unfiltered.
