Death: The time when something or someone dies; the ruin or destruction of something. Death happened to me a long time ago. Not in the way you would think though. It started when he swooped into my life and turned everything to darkness. He took everything from me. He burnt down my home. He killed my family. He destroyed my life as I know it. And yet... He made me his completely. The funny thing about Death? There is no going back. Ever.

This is just a collection of my everyday thoughts. This is myself, expressed in poetry.

dark poems that deal with everyday life

When a painting is stolen, there is only one person who can solve the mystery. Abel Marks. The plot, however, thickens when the painting is mysteriously returned but with one thing missing. The "villain" has somehow been removed from the painting. A truth is hiding somewhere and Abel is out to find it.