Empire of Whimsy

Just one more clown in his circus you are. Such a public mockery. You are a tool in his all-consuming self-love. Unwilling to face the o...

Three years of ridding myself of my rage left me bellaputrescent and old for my age. I appear to you now as a mere wizened spectre; A wr...

How dare the Sunshine show his face, When with illusory Autumn Summer’s replaced And offers only cold embrace To those who crave his warmth ...