The air chills upon entering As hollow air follows behind
Counteraction
This life is a curse That I hope to find
Mischief’s Afoot
Bats flying free When witches cackle Fill the night
Ghost of Me
This abandoned house Creaks with old ghosts
Dead Rising
A murder of crows Croak a sound
Insanity Seeps Through
His smile was all teeth And impossible large
Rusted
Blood of my enemies run red On the cobblestone road
Fragment of a Figment 