Uncontrollable rage Undeniable
Sick Game
A terrifying form Of hide and seek
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
Swan Song
Do you hear the cries? The mournful song
Never Really Will
Seal this hollow tomb And dry the tears
Our Place
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Blackout #26
She was quite beautiful like hope.
Fragment of a Figment 