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There are places in the human mind that daylight refuses to enter.
Rooms sealed with old grief, doors nailed shut with memories that still breathe. Most people learn to walk past them, pretending not to hear the scratching inside.
I never learned.
These poems were born from those locked rooms... the echoing halls where nightmares linger, the corners where sorrow grows teeth, the shadows that know my name. I did not write them to comfort, or to soothe, or to dress darkness in pretty words. I wrote them because the dark keeps its own record, and it demanded to be heard.
Within these
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Produktbeschreibung
There are places in the human mind that daylight refuses to enter.

Rooms sealed with old grief, doors nailed shut with memories that still breathe. Most people learn to walk past them, pretending not to hear the scratching inside.

I never learned.

These poems were born from those locked rooms... the echoing halls where nightmares linger, the corners where sorrow grows teeth, the shadows that know my name. I did not write them to comfort, or to soothe, or to dress darkness in pretty words. I wrote them because the dark keeps its own record, and it demanded to be heard.

Within these pages you will find what I have seen... what I have lost... what has hunted me in the quiet hours when the world sleeps. Some verses bleed despair. Others bite. A few whisper truths that perhaps should have stayed buried.

Read them if you wish.

But understand this... once you step inside, you do not remain unchanged.


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Autorenporträt
Aaron Gehrig, and the creature Known as Aryn Bats...

By daylight, Aaron Gehrig is a devoted father, a husband with warm hands and a house that hums with laughter. He paints beloved pets in acrylic, gentle-regal cats, past pets, creatures caught between brushstroke and memory. He cooks. He mows lawns. He smiles. He answers emails. But at night... when the moon forgets its way through the sky... the shadows curl in. That's when Bats come out. That's when Aryn Bats flicks the switch. A creature stitched from ink and nightmare, Aryn lives in the darker recesses of Aaron's mind, a twin soul, a whispered name behind every black veil of creativity. Where Aaron writes with care, Aryn writes with cruelty. Where Aaron paints paws, Aryn sketches bloody claws. Together, they form a singular force: an indie horror author whose tales gnash and sing with blood-wet teeth.

Gehrig's fiction is not for the faint of heart. Each book is a séance, a quiet summoning of terrible beauty. Gothic and unrelenting, his stories seep under the fingernails and nest in the ribcage. With prose that drips like candlewax and characters who feel too real, Gehrig, guided by the ghost-hand of Bats, writes from a place where the walls breathe and nothing stays buried. But when Bats comes out to write, he is writing dark, no holds barred, no filter, no restraint, no straight jacket. Full on Canadian Wolverine, clawing through the Canadian Rockies in British Columbia to Alberta, Canadian fiction, satisfaction-action... eh... sorry...I had too! Readers call him a dream. A nightmare. A rare kind of storyteller who dares to walk into the woods and bring back something true. And when they ask him where the ideas come from, Aaron Gehrig just smiles. But Bats is already behind them, whispering and watching.