Diatribes
A Sense of Becoming
The stillness of night presses heavily, a suffocating shroud that seems to hold the world hostage. Shadows creep like unspoken fears, weaving themselves into the
June 4, 2025
2 Comments
Read More »
Diatribes
System Fodder
You were born into the lunatic asylum, ejected from the warm and nurturing care of your mother’s womb, into the cold and relentless clutches of
May 10, 2025
No Comments
Diatribes
Living Coffins
The dead walk amongst the living; empty vessels aimlessly wandering through the cemetery of life, distant, vacant, soulless. Silent whispers echo through the halls where
May 8, 2025
2 Comments
Diatribes
Echoes
As your society, your nation, your world, and your psyche are about to collapse into oblivion, your blood-soaked chains clank through the streets of misery.
May 7, 2025
1 Comment
Diatribes
This Cemetery Earth
Your world is a graveyard, strewn with the dead, the living coffins that walk amongst you. The empty vessels haunt the corridors of this fallen
April 21, 2025
2 Comments
