BLEAK DAY IS DARK AND NIGHT IS DARKNESS

Bleak is a slow-burning scream wrapped in silence. Born from the mind of an engineer and the ache of a heart it’s not written to inspire - it’s written to expose. These poems are rusted wires of thought stitched with shadows and stitched for those who’ve stopped pretending. There are no heroes here no healing arcs only raw truths quiet collapses and the quiet violence of existing. Each page is a confession without forgiveness. Bleak doesn’t seek light - it stares straight into the void and dares you to blink first.