K.C.N.

Brought Forth In The Wake Of Blood Is This Expression Of My Current Situations And Surroundings. The Systems Put In Place That Proclaim Salvation ...

Echoing Lullabies, Hopes Reach Retracts. Awake Or Asleep, Is There A Difference. Rain Falls. Sirens In The Distance, Fact Or Fiction, Only Time ...

If I Can’t Scream, How Will You Know The Agony I’m In. As Reality Folds So Does Time, But What Is It About This Feeling That Is So ...

Is There An End To This Waking Nightmare In Which I Inhabit. One Where I Can Keep Hold Of My Identity, One Where I Can Live. However Hard I Try ...

When The Flames Extinguished From The Door And The Smoke Slowly Cleared, I Finally Saw The Demons Which Have Been Hunting Me, As Their Eyes Shone ...

Nights Grow Colder, Days Turn Dark, The Whispers Have Turned Into Screams And The Silence Of My So Called “Saviors” Is Deafening. ...