Welcome To My Little Sanctuary.

With in my chamber walls,
sits a broken man.
A broken heart
for the love that once
was a reality and now
is just a torturous death.




I live in a land that is clouded by rain.

It is very dim an desolate.
Very little light may pass through.




The Chamber walls tighten and Encase
around me.
I feel Safe and solitude.
No one shall breach the
sanction that is cast in stone.






Life Is my hell.
Love is my hell.
Hurt is my hell.

To Hate is to Love as the Tears are for the Pain.





The Dark Angel shall plea for salvation
 and beg for mercy

from a loved one.