Crammond

It’s the middle of June
But here comes the snow.

Humans

Wash away the sins of last night

The Doctor

I’ll make you well, good health I sell

Mirror Ball

Passing promises from clan to man
To the axe in my greasy palms

Slip

Moonlight spreads through the skies
As it dances on thighs.

Hope’s Hollow – Respite

A little more, go through that door;
Forevermore, you’ll be hell’s whore.

Schrödinger’s Cat

I am a blank slate
With no chalk

The Game

Underpaid, overworked –
Demand a raise, watch them smirk;

Hope’s Hollow – Part 24

A little more, go through that door;
Forevermore, you’ll be hell’s whore.

Hope’s Hollow – Part 23

Surely you feel remorse,
To take me with such force?