Hello Misery, I'm home

Poetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day.

A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of escape to a darker, living animal that failed to devour me. It made my writing more powerful and I craved the next chapter of the voice in my head.

A demonizing voice that was so soothing it is unbelievable...

Enjoy my Ethereal Abyss...