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Paper Hearts 1: Haemoglobin

I know that I just put out a book this past June (you can purchase it via the links below if interested) but I've already started working on some new material. One or two of them I already had finished before I published Glass Hysteria, but I just couldn't fit them in on time. I've started the framework and prelim writing for "Paper Hearts"! I have no idea when this will be ready or when it will be released. Probably sometime next year, but with two other projects that I'm committed to and other things going on, don't hold me to it! Enjoy the first sneak preview of it! 

"World of Colour"
Depression much like an infection hijacks the healthy tissue within.
It leaves me bleeding in the shadows while visions of horror play backwards 
and forward in my mind.
It tempts the healing of the oozing sores.
Seeds of self-doubt bloom and a mass of contradictions take root. 
I lay in pools of self-rejection and depression as the moon and stars make love
above me, their melodies lulling me into the hit or miss comfort of sleep. 

"Emotional"
I'm in love with my own vengeance and personal brand of violence.
I was born and bread through a lack of kindness.
Through acts of mutilation, whether it be to self or others, my rage is set
free, dancing between the lines of everyone's blindness. 
I became hook on my own defiance,
ignoring all other shapes and flavours I didn't believe fit inside. 

"Haemoglobin" 
Feed me pretty green, white and blue colours of addiction
their meanings never true.
When I met you I was riddled with disease
and I believed you'd be the one to save me.
With your cool aesthetic and your seemingly priceless advice,
I attempted to heal the internal damage with you.
The trust I bestowed upon you was the key to strengthing my heartbeat.
In truth and turn it left me so ravage, I don't know how I will ever make 
it through.
Drink in desperation as it turns the walls a pretty shade of blue as you watch
it all slip away.
Sometimes the thought of all this demise is enough to give me an erection. 

"Carousel" 
You're euphoric and giddy,
but no one is impressed with your indefinitely.
Round and round we go,
like children trapped on this carousel. 
Laughing and spilling out our sorrows onto the animals 
as they go up and down.
Chasing your love,
lipping round and round,
the hunger for you knows no bounds.
Ingesting lead paint as we explore each other's frames.
We keep pretending that everything is perfect as the world
around us begins to decay.
We've turned our lives into nothing more than a pathetic and pitiful display.
Clamouring for attention as our skin glistens.
Never acknowledging how the pressure is breaking us down. 

"Something's Gotta Give" 
Replacing cotton candy with coffee,
pretending to everyone around you that you've
grown up when you're still the same scared little boy inside.
Your therapist convived you that you're one of a kind
and that society will never understand you.
Painting isolating and grandiose creations on the walls of your mind.
You sit alone in silence and ignorance,
indulging on spoon ladleled lies that are seasoned perfectly just for you.

(United States) 
(Germany) 

I'm looking at getting Glass Hysteria into other retailers across the world, so be patient if you don't see it listed in your country. 



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