Muse Noir: The Prose of L.H. Grey







Coeur Noir


Good day, and welcome to my Lair of Macabre Prose. I wanted to write just a brief introduction to what follows beyond this, and how I operate with words. I follow no set path aside from that which my Muses clear for me. I am very much Grey, however to make Grey you must also have Noir and Blanc – some of my prose are for Lovers and some, for Serial Killers. To cut to the point, every emotion, thought, feeling, artery, membrane, nerve and muscle is put into what I scribe, as holds true with my Visual Art. I do not censor myself for that defeats the entire purpose of any art form.

That being said, some of my Prose are not for the “faint of heart”. They can be Jack The Ripper explicit. I’ve found in moments of anger or anxiety, purging it out just as it is in my brain is most suitable for rehabilitation. Other works of mine are delightful words of love and desire. They are all intermixed with each other and written in very different ways. I don’t follow a form or structure. I spit it out as is.

I do hope that you will enjoy your reading here. It’s been a passion of mine for many and many a year and I am humbled and honored to be able to share these shards of my soul with any who choose to read them.




13 and a Half Minute Hallway of My Soul

Brutal Honesty
Dismembered Toys
Funeral Hymn COMING SOON
Lilith’s Song
Scarlet Fever
Shadowed Virtue
The Magnificence of This Day