“If you are afraid of darkness, you are afraid of your own soul.”

Today, I painted with blood.

Before I found an outlet through sex and blood.

She loved nothing more than a man who wasn’t afraid to test them. To test her.

This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice.

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.

Submissive, sure, but someone who wants it all the same.

I felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a smooth, clean line that knew just where to break to hurt me the most.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.

Come to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.

I never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.

Instead of ignorance, I tasted what it might be like to finally be me. I didn’t give a show this time. I had no plan, no calculations. No scolding voice inside my head. For a little while, I was free.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.

Art is a private piece of me.

Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.

You can’t be afraid of a little rain when you invite the storm in for a cup of coffee.

I am not afraid of love. I am afraid of loving so hard that every vein and bone and fragment of this skin, would break at the absence of you.

Whatever has you afraid, angry, intimidated or frustrated tonight – take it to our all-powerful and all-capable God. He has the answer.

Because one thing God gave us- and I’m afraid it’s at times a little too much- is freewill. Freedom to choose. I believe he gave us everything needed to build a beautiful world, if we choose wisely.

A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.