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
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
Devour
Scavengers Like vultures
Fragment of a Figment 