As My Tears Run Red

Roughly two years ago, I was honored to become part of a tremendous creative endeavor, The Edward Ballister Project. The idea was simple, bring different writers, with different styles and ideas together to create one nightmare. Finally, today, I got word of it finally going to print with Static Movement. What a day! Do you really want to know who I am? I think deep down, you already know... THE EDWARD BALLISTER PROJECT. IT'S UP TO YOU HOW THE STORY ENDS.... This project is to bring together a group of dedicated authors who are prepared to write a chapter each in order to create a phenomenal piece of dark fiction, resulting in a completed novel. Each author can take the story in any direction they wish, creating twists and turns to develop it into one of the the most exciting page turners in horror writing. Each author will have a different interpretation on the story, making this a unique experience for both writer and reader. Once the novel is complete it will be considered f...

Every night I struggle with reality My fragile heart saddened by the void in our lives My hopes A faded memory lost at sea My fears A wall of tears around my heart With you, I can live again I lay alone Waiting on your beauty to pierce the darkness To fracture the boundary that keeps us apart Beloved seraph Sweep into my dreams Comfort me with your soft whispers of love Echoes of lust Our destiny Remind me of the meaning of perfection The happiness felt in the morning interludes we share The way you complete me Every night I struggle with the loneliness My mind wandering the pathways that will be My hopes A silken vision of our bodies as one My fears A torment of the world we now share With you, I will live again I lay alone Waiting on your caress Longing to feel your flesh upon mine Precious angel Fall into my arms Tempt me with the splendor of your breast The softness of your lips The future Lead me to tranquility where our souls combine Our empti...

Mysterious lines cross the sky Did you see them? He was there upon the bridge Staring into the chasm before the despair Alive again Shaking the mortal landscape Their foundations cracked Apparent only to the blind Did you see him? His return prophesized in scripture At least forty years have past since the last encounter The signs were all around A moth flew across the clouds weakening the rafters Blinding the populace with dissent At last, his message revealed Did you hear him? Mass destruction followed The past rises from the ashes With the meek again standing guard More disasters abound Two more if the legends are true Those eyes burn with laughter Did you see them? The grand wings unfurled His presence feared The moth again takes flight The locations planned Devastation near Remember the point His rise to immortality Will this time end the same way? Will the innocents' death be in vain? They bled for him Their souls sacrificed for the good ...

• Published in the Ashen Eye: Torment What is happening out there? These people…These depraved creatures Plaguing us like the locusts in Babylon My mind cannot, will not comprehend what I have witnessed tonight This ordeal glistening like a surreal testament from Argento This nightmare cannot be real I shake, trembling from the fear I must stay strong The others are counting on my vigilance For generations it has been passed to me to have faith Faith in what I ask Truths and lies, heaven and hell Depends on your perspective, doesn't it? I remember my grandmother enumerate scripture and verse Words I saw promulgated by the corrupt and pretentious In my mind, I can hear her now It was allowed to fight against God's people and defeat them And it was given authority over every tribe, nation, language and race (Rev 13:7) Are we in the midst of the 42 months of deceit? Or has god finally forsaken us at last? In my mind, the answer is clear He did fuck all with these sins of torm...

Now that our beauty is relatively safe, I guess we should venture into the cathedral again. I think it is time for Saint Peter to stand before us and preach his gospel. Wow, Saint Peter, I wonder where that name came from for this? Maybe it is because of my love for the writings of the great prophets like Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce or Saint Malachi. Yeah, it must be Saint Malachi. In his teachings, Peter the Roman is supposed to rise to power and become the final pope, causing great turmoil across the land. Ironically, similar to the uprising spawned by this clergy member.    The almighty spoke and the earth trembled, Thou shall drive the infidels into the Chasm of Flame. Their sins cleansed at the hand of the father. The Great Beast opened his mouth at the base of the mount, And laughed at their despair ( Jehovah 7.28 ) My children… My flock… Behold the mighty beast His teeth glistening in sunlight, waiting for our offering The purification of the heretics is at hand We must...

The unknown regions of love The helpless feelings of life My desolate heart cries out Desires Trust Passages of unknown meaning I am helpless I come I run I hide Slowly time crawls Alone in the abyss I wonder Trapped in solitude You fill my head with love Desires Trust I reach for you The pain of reality takes hold Misunderstood Look Around Feel the unsettling persona? Hopeless Fear surrounds me Can you hear the clock? I can Tick-tock, tick-tock The pulse of the unknown What is out there? Or is it in my head The pain covers everything Trembling You are gone I am alone again Who am I? A bitter taste touches my lips A hand takes my sight I can’t move Screams fill the air Can you hear me? Gone The darkness is here I am lost

When my day is over No tear will grace my eyes No blade will grace my hands The desolate haze will form again Visions of beauty giving way to darkness To the dim corridors echoing in my mind Another pill at hand My random heartbeat sustained Understanding at last, meanings long forgotten The moments that shaped forever The small circle is my savior Opening doorways to the unknown Spiral outtakes from beyond Gray monsters exit the gates Sanguine rain flowing down the thighs I struggle to separate realities Afraid to face the creatures Petrified to taste the blood Will the grand sea open to swallow my desolate despair? Angels fill the voids with laughter A demonic presence only meant to confuse An ideal intended for the weak Their pain permits eternal pleasure Like the thunder upon the mount Or the cross to the left Their anguish pacifying the illicit cravings of the flesh Their needle etching my veins Their whips enticing the lost The throne of light lay ahead Unborn temptations enter...