Submissions by JeyJey

I’m lost in a sea of nobodies, where each day passes as a wave of faces. Names call out but the cries are muddled from the vision of hopes and dreams left wanting. Wanting of someone to see past the everyday tide. The norm of what life has become too so many of the walking dead. The living, that live, as no more than a shadow of someone else they “need” to become. And in this becoming they lose the one thing that gives them life; their own true essence. How long must I sit at sea before I find the horizon… a nobody to the world, that is the only somebody in this mass of normality. People say...

Trouble is not her intention,though trouble guides her hand
The vixen in the garden, a pit of sinking sand.


She lures them in with hunger,and her fruit is like a drug.
One taste and they’ll remember, for several years to come.


In her presence they forget you, the simple girl they love
For she is a wild creature, cursed with mystic blood.


In them she ignites a fire,that will never fully die
She’ll speak their name so plainly, yet the blaze will come alive.


She fights so hard against it,but the fates set her a Muse,
And...

The shrill tones of the Raven’s cry reverberate through my being, shaking the soul within me with both terror and delight. His piercing eyes engorge my heart with chaos as he laughs at the tears I weep. I am enveloped by fear as each cackle from his gleaming breast assails my ears like the shrieks of babes in a lake of fire. I am desperate to be freed from the shackles I wear… the shackles of the Raven. They bind me to him- I his slave, and he my unforgiving master.

He keeps me enclosed in the blackest parts of his soul, haunting me through the echoes of his every cavern. He calls...