FrankProchazka

This is very much an experimental piece of literature, criticism would be VERY much appreciated Concrete CannibalsA tall, cracked mirror leaned precariously against the walls of prison cell 14-C. Thro

An Existence MundaneFrustrating and dense,a needless pretence.Why am I torturedby glares so intense?Scared icy eyes,corrupts your insides.They shackle madnessand beauty, and flies.A shadow framed,a wi

A Birdless SummerDegradation of the soulbrings a strange macabre cold,which chills the rosiest heartand decays the purest an unconscious ocean,in perpetual motion,life's a crowded hospitalfor cognitiv

Husk.Overnight your canine passed awayWarm tears float the day astray.Regret seems to singe as it meltsSilence drowns in the plastic pool of sorry.Noise and colour, brainstained fangs.The maelstrom of