He wields a sharp blade to make his craft, / Not to kill but to give people life. / A sheet of cloth he wraps around his waist, / And a tall pleated hat he wears with pride. / He starts the fire; make it burn wild, / Then slowly he calm, tame and befriend.
Continue quest →From steady waters she waits, / Dreaming to fly and glide the skies; / She humbly sleeps, / Inside this fragile film of life. / Time came; she began to break free; / She began to live her dream. / With a body fitted to swim, / She swam as if she was flying.
Continue quest →My sanity is slipping away, / Leaving me with nothing but lunacy; / Pure pleasure from everything taboo, / As my hidden urges appears. / I want to feel flesh rubbing copiously, / Against this rusted blade; / Hear all the screams of pain, / Mix with my laughter in ecstasy. / I want to…
Continue quest →Desires that slowly eating me away, / Even when you struggle you can’t escape it. / Anticipation kills the air around, / Till my body becomes ethereal, / Hell or heaven is closing up on me. June 23, 2009 / James Callos
Continue quest →Breath of innocence, / Conjures though this empty shell. / Incinerating. June 22, 2009 / James Callos
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