With broken feet She ran
Blackout #27
He was like a black cat crossing.
True Colors
Sometimes monsters Are not obvious
Shell Shock
I cast away my bloodied armor As it weighs upon me
Circles of Hell
Supposedly, there are Seven circles of hell
Burnt Too Many Times
The trees are on fire And I can't bring myself
Swan Song
Do you hear the cries? The mournful song
Never Really Will
Seal this hollow tomb And dry the tears
Fragment of a Figment 