There's mischief afoot tonight More than any other
Artificial
The last ingredient is here With a strike of lightening
Not Done Yet
I will dig myself out Of the grave you made me
Blackout #186
We alone survived?
Food for Thought
No rest for the wicked Or so they say
Well Fed
He feeds on terror A steady diet
Interference
Deadman decrees That the dead
Fallen Angels
We have so many stories Of beautiful women
In the Words
There is innate power Within words
Stained Smile
Blood stained teeth shine In a parody of a smile
Fragment of a Figment 