“The moon laughs, I find my pen, The insanity stirs; it begins again. The voices are screaming, they own the night. I have to act, I have to write. Blood in the ink, it sings like a curse, Each word a wound, each line gets worse.” WritingBloodInsaneAuthorWriteWoundThe Butcher Of Rhymes Author:Rodney Hatfield Jr.
“They call me deranged, a fractured fool, But madness is my kingdom, my only rule. Every twitching line, each shattered rhyme, The writhing chaos of a lunatic’s mind. A delirious dreamer, a nightmarish scribe, A maniacal poet, where absurdity thrives. Twisted nightmares, the crowd to engage. Bleeding raw horror onto every page. My pen carves scars, my paper weeps, In the cradle of chaos, sanity sleeps.” WritingBloodInsaneAuthorWriteWoundThe Butcher Of Rhymes Author:Rodney Hatfield Jr.
“I am the jester. The butcher of rhyme, Splintering truths through the prism of time. A demented bard. A creator confined. Welcome to the terrifying labyrinth of an author’s mind!” WritingBloodInsaneAuthorWriteWoundThe Butcher Of Rhymes Author:Rodney Hatfield Jr.