Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Hell

  • Hell

    pain and mutilation suffering so serene detest insects bleached skin and empty insides stain’d fuck’d howl’d with every passing second in every possible way we obliterate everything we are we doom ourselves to nothingness without so much as a thought as to what happens next Read more

  • Symbols and keys to soft machines and madness.   They deceive themselves whilst I suck on my cigarette. They chew themselves up as I remove her clothes and see just how lean she really is. I’m not a monster though, I’m just curious. The stars burn behind my eyes, have done for years. The outer Read more

  • They think they know what it means, but what it really means, is stained into their hollow little bones. Yeah, the ones wrapped in cheapened flesh, painted for the eyes of all the non believers. In the plagued, desperate streets, they parade themselves as if it were something worth seeing. As if it were somehow Read more

  • A vision of Dead Desire

    Mental Illness. The unraveling nature, of thoughts beyond your control. The way your head eats away, the way it flowers with cancerous thoughts. Dead skin and daydreams, too much saliva and not enough love. Your mind is not your own. It is, gone. There’s a poltergeist within your brain, thinking things you don’t want it Read more