It's that time of year again As the veil is pulled back
Termination
Counting down Ten, nine, eight
Infliction
Uncontrollable, undeniable, anger Raises up upon me like a red film
Continuous
Nightmare hall Elongating so no matter what
Potion Recipe
Eye of newt Left bat wing
Blackout #30
The carriage is her escape.
Blood Money
Dirty money is hard to clean With blood still dripping
Bats at Play
Dusk falls with the leaves A chill creeps more prominently
Departed
The scent lingers on Like a spirit haunting me
Jinxed
Rotten luck Worse than cracking mirrors
Fragment of a Figment 