My shadow sees my
pain and suffering, yet it...

His death was ransom
for the freedom of the world...

Satan whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
Then, he guides my trembling hand towards peril...

I see hell
in your eyes, yet they...

They sought death
from the hills, but death...

He was a beautiful boy,
so young and vibrant...

Welcome to my walk-in closet,
where the aroma reeks of rotting flesh...

There's something
outside my window...

The freight train
bustles through the town...

One day, a golden
promise will part the clouds, and...

Falling flakes caress
my frozen, blue cheeks, stained by...

Reflections can be
cruel. They reveal the monsters...