The Darling

The darling girl who was so sweet to me Look how quickly she has fallen into misery Like Babylon’s best harlot for turning tricks Burning down what we were beyond a fix My darling girl who has bewitched you to be so petty? Throwing pity parties all alone with cheap confetti I would have saved

Christ & Cthulhu podcast

For those who may be unaware I host a podcast called “Christ and Cthulhu” which focuses on the literature of HP Lovecraft, specifically his Cthulhu mythos. I take a unique approach to it as an Orthodox Christian and while it is not a “theological” show by any means as I’m not qualified, I try to

The Land

I approach your dwelling oh so cautiously while still holding back You beckoned with promises of living forever and ever without lack So beautiful is the land you inhabit, warm and full of life Can I really count myself here among those with no strife? If you don’t mind may I bleed on your fields

Misanthrope

“They really are the dregs aren’t they?” ? “I mean just look at them. Waddling along like overweight bags of meat and bone without a substantive thought between their misshapen ears. If they moved any more inefficiently they’d be literal zombies. They really start to resemble the undead when they scamper and drool before their

Apotheosis

I knew from the moment I darkened the doorway I found my purpose for being. For God or the devil who can say? But my vision went red and I was all-seeing. The churches will shatter at the foundations and the temples will fall. I will be there to watch the masses flee in terror,

Lethargica

Here I sit with my mouth wide open and drooling like an idiot for all to see. I can’t really remember when the sleeping sickness claimed its victory. I was energetic, driven, hopeful and full of passion to put the world aright When I slowly yet surely witness with indifference, my endeavors set alight. I

To far greener lands I go

It is to far greener lands that I go Away from all that I think I know To the lands only hinted of in my purest of dreams Where death is forgotten and all is just as it seems I will travel light not bringing anything of my past I only need a view of

Lazarus

Lying dead awake in the cold seclusion of the tomb The perverse inverse of the innocence in the womb How long has it been, Lord? How much more time can I afford? Didn’t I deny you when I was living my life in times past? When the faith of my fathers was considered only last

All my best mistakes came with big brown eyes

Well I like fire as much as the next soul, my love. But to set a whole city ablaze seems a step above. We never intended harm to them did we, my dear? Love was on our mind yet we inspired so much fear. All my best mistakes came with big brown eyes. You saw

End of my world

It began with the unthinkable. Sideways glances towards one another in the closely-knit community. Where once was fraternity and trust, without warning, doubt and suspicion crept in. It didn’t take long after that for war to break out like a flood through eroded dams. Natural disasters spurred on by the shifting ecology ushering in apocalyptic