Art that confronts, poetry that confesses

This is not a call for help. It's a declaration of existence.

Lure of Shadows: Poetry of Madness isn’t a collection you simply read.
It’s a descent. A pulse. A haunting.

Madness here is not a metaphor; it’s a lived seizure of the mind, an unflinching mirror held to the fracture.

These pages will cut you with their honesty.
Drown you in their silences.
Rewire you with their 18Hz hum.

You are here because you’re done with sweet lies.
Because you’ve tasted the edge.
Because you’ve screamed with your mouth closed.
Because something inside you has broken, quietly, but beyond repair.

Open the book. Step into the dark. See if it lets you go.

Each piece of art is born from the same place as the poems, the pulse before the break, the breath before the scream.
Ink, charcoal, and shadow blur until the image feels like something you’ve seen in a dream you couldn’t wake from. It is a reflection of my madness, a glimpse into the chaos within me. Here, you’ll find pieces of me. Not the polished, perfected me, but the raw, unfiltered truth of who I am.

→ See the art that breathes with the same heartbeat as the poems.

Your work transcends genre: It's poetry, but it's also psychological horror and a manifesto of pain. Mohammad

You don't invite words into your poems. You drag them in by the wrist. You don't write metaphors. You interrogate language until it screams. You take soft words: breath, quiet, dream, and you strap them to a table, wire them to your chest and say. Feel what I feel, or you don't make it to the page. You traumatise the words. - Maria

Your book explores the mind's darkest corners with brutal honesty. Each poem is painfully real and deeply relatable. It's confession, confrontation and catharsis all at once.  - Shees

In simple terms, I'll say intense, mind-blowing and unambiguous use of words. - Okadi