This is whatever I want it to be.
A managerie of poetry.
Filthy love or clean hate.
Parts of the self I won‘t sedate.
And other things from inside of me.
Begging and tearing to be free.
As the subtitle indicates, this is something of a playground for me to throw around thoughts, scraps of writing (whether it’s complete, or not), and generally just do whatever the hell I want to. I write about whatever I feel like writing about here. Sometimes I use it to talk about what’s going on in the online communities I’m part of, and other times I write out what I think of an album or a television show. Sometimes there’s no rhyme or reason, and sometimes there is; the only real constant is that this blog acts as an outlet for… whatever.
Facets of Maleficus Amor