CanRay

I have torturous nightmares, and, being an author rather than an artist, I can't show what they look like. Words cannot describe them. All I can say is that they are full of horror, pain, gunfights, suffering, classic cars, agony, blood, creatures beyond the ken of man, carnage, destruction, and loneliness. The streets and buildings are as twisted as in "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari", creatures out of H.R. Giger's fever dreams, the carnage is wholesale and without mercy or quarter, there is no hope, no light, no chance. All I feel is exhaustion, too numb from it to even properly feel pain which makes it hurt that much more. No writing makes sense, and I cannot write at all. Words barely come out. Just an ever existing presence of dread. I've sought out works that come close to what I see in them. These are them.