how dark minds the echo brings in Book of Lies.....

What is the seeds of horrors that dwell within? Where does the echo of despair and woes find its birth…

We mop our canvasses with oils in red and black to bring light to the shadows that others cannot see. Dark hallways where only one’s own mine seem destined to tread

Why do they haunt us? Where is the harbor from the unsettled dark? it is not the dark that plagues us it darkness within.

Nothing invites. No door stops the impending doom…

morning rise the setting sun
end of day no night to come
be ye of so little sight
brings the hour of endless night