Journey
Forward
Onward
Into frozen
Abyss
Krazee miles
Stretch beneath
Icicle hung sky
Insanity
Calamity
Await
Not far
Up winding
Road
Decades and decades
Worth of damned
Thirsty Souls haunt
The front step
Overlooking
Infernal cliffs
Innocence to be lost
To play and dance
In dirty martini ways
Across ballroom floors
Painted with dust
Orchestral thoughts echo
Within bleeding fractured
Minds
Brilliant hues of yesterday's
Memories come twisted
In reflections of desire and sin
A cold front landed
Setting the stage of isolation
Carnage and carnal nights
A puppet
A pawn
A mere vessel for lease
Trudging onward
Belial whispers begin to haunt
Crack creeking steps
Mounting heavy
Heady thoughts
Conspire and pull
Consuming
Ego
Self
Identity
Left is the husk
Of a forlorn man
Unknowingly ready
To stoke the fires
Of
Mephistophelean
Pergatory
No rest among the spirits
That feed and tear upon the soul
The keeper comes
Key in hand
Unlocking Dante's Underworld
Up on the Hill
*(Matthew Bowers)*~93
Born in Massachusetts, graduated highschool in 88' received the "Class Artist" title for the graduating year, as well as assisting in the writing and production of the school poetry book.
Later moved to Boston then Salem MA. becoming a novice practitioner of pagan and ritualistic arts, spending time studying Chaos MagicK before moving Hollywood CA. to write and perform music.
In 2020 starting up The Calling which incorporates a YouTube channel, podcast, group, Facebook pages, as well as a website and store. Something Witchy This Way Comes was released in 2020, with several more projects in the works including a first Novel and Young Adult adventure.
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