Arokk

Father. Anarchist. Gamer. Human. Sometimes, I have interesting things to say. Not often or regularly, but sometimes.

Tonight’s Earworm

“She likes the moonShe likes the nightShe likes the blood on her handsShe dances nakedThrough the treesUntil her eyes glow redShe whispers spellsInto the windShe communes with the damnedShe throws the bonesInto the fireIn darkness she chants Raised the blade above her headAs I began to bleed she said Oh,...