Crammond

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

Mirror Ball

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

Cult

Absolve all your sins.

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?

Hope’s Hollow – Part 22

I am reborn afresh
In my much younger flesh!