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The Kubs of the Mountain Oh the man, Kubs was his name, renowned and famed, for his climbing game. Climbing mountains, and peaks of snow, facing danger, never feeling low. But one day a man appeared, a genie with insidious desires, who hid in shadows, and watched the climbing fool. With a flick of the genie's wrist, and … Continue reading The Kubs of the Mountain
Nightmare "Behold - a horse of dark vapour and flames." The creature galloped through the city, hooves clamping on damp cement, beneath towering skyscrapers - of dark metal and filthy glass. I chased it to a brick wall, covered in black paint. The horse vanished. I stood alone. The wall fell. I usually never explain … Continue reading Nightmare
Maggots Blisters ache, they throb, and they scar. I scratch. My skinless flesh leaks pus and blood. Maggot infested are these wounds. And my heart. With lipless lips I whisper to her; "Take it!" - F H Hakansson
Another morning. If only I never woke up. The cameras smile and I am ready. They watch me with respect. They want me. But what if they see how broken I am? The light fades. And my mask falls. I did a good job. Holding out. But I kind of wish they would know. That … Continue reading Another Morning
Inferno The earth It reeks of corpses And flames and fire And sulphur Screams of agony I descend the circles One more awaits I will not die I will suffer Here Eternally - F H Hakansson
Oceansoul The man hung from a cherry tree. A camera fell out of his pocket. He had taken a picture, of the ocean above the sea. - F H Hakansson
Chew Sometimes I fill the table, with all the food I crave. With a gaping bite, I eat more than I can chew. Until I choke, - F H Hakansson
Come Come find me, at world's end. Come see me, in broken glass. Come love me, rape my corpse. - F H Hakansson
A Tribute to Summer Beneath Summer's Glow A Firefly found Serenity. But the cruel Fox deceived, and ate the fly whole. Summer faded as night turned cold, and winter grabbed hold. But she rose once more, a machine defying time. Yet her rays were not enough, to keep her new heart running, and the Fox struck again, … Continue reading A Tribute to Summer
The Road I walked a road, Of warmth and light, I must wander. I gaze ahead, On a path bleak and steep. - F H Hakansson
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