Back-alley of Ugly Truths

(The truth needn't always be good. Sometimes it's bitter and ugly and, well, destructive) Abandon all hope, ye who enter here for this is the place where fallen angels crawl. Where your worst fears are a walking reality and the only conundrum is your bubbling morality. Where winter cold chills the marrow and soul and … Continue reading Back-alley of Ugly Truths


The Condemned

Nowhere does he find some light, Pure and bright, even at night. Yet goes ahead with a broken leg, Lonely on roads where no one treads. With a twisted hand and poor eyesight, He moves ahead in this dark night. No soul in sight or any spirit known, The dark fork roads calling to his … Continue reading The Condemned