They Haunt These Halls of Hallowed Heart By Wayne Russell

If you douse the lights and

gather in the corner with it

you know that voice of doubt

and of pestilence.

That old devil of trickery and

deceit, those photos come to

life and laugh, depressions way.

Those photos of those whom

have fallen into that finial

serenade of death, laughing now.

They seem to whisper the loudest

when you are alone at night, like

friendly ghost, haunting and waiting.

Wayne Russell is or has been many things during his time on this planet, he has been a creative writer,

world traveler, graphic designer, former soldier, and former sailor. Wayne has been widely published in

both online and hard copy creative writing magazines. From 2016-17 he also founded and edited

Degenerate Literature. In 2018, the kind editors at Ariel Chart have nominated Wayne for his first

Pushcart Prize for the poem Stranger in a Strange Town. Earlier in 2020, Wayne was nominated for his

first Best of the Net. Where Angels Fear is his debut paperback published by Guerrilla Genesis Press.

Do You Dismember By Murders Row

 

             

Or just leave the chaos for another to clean.

Our art, is in the frailty of life.

And our backdrop is your future crime scene. 

Painted in the thoughts of the  twisted, scared in the souls of the self righteous.

Giving voice to the predator and nightmares to the prey.

An artist knows his methods well and we carve them with surgical precision into the soul.

It's only just begun.

The night hides many, as masks shield few.

We are your friends, lovers and enemies all wrapped into one wicked mystery.

Pay close attention, there soon will be a test.

And the stakes are so very high.

Don't look to embittered strangers for the devils of consequence, already whisper gentle as lovers within your ear.

And so the knife sinks in.

Murders Row are a group of artists who choose to remain anonymous.

Their art is dark as so often is life.

That is all that needs to be said.