As wound opens in flesh
...screams for glory...
Such spears pierce.
The rusted, poisoned shackles
Tie wrists to the eyes
A barbed wire noose
Bound to the soul
And proverbial victory spoiled the vanquished.
Enigma
Insects
Thorns
Doubt
Burning
Want
The Swarming of the Locusts
Thorns
Fragments
Enigma
The Corpse In The Forest
Denial
End Time
Thorns
Fragments
Her Demons
Black Swan Events
Dreamscapes
The Tragedie Of Macbeth: Actus Quintus, Scena Quinta
In The Falling Snow