I lost my faith in the fire.
This storm is unrelenting.
These flames have scorched the earth and scarred my soul.
This self-hatred bores wounds deeper and deeper.
Who will save me now?
Is all hope lost?
This storm has extinguished these flames.
All are dead, but one remains.
Stiletto
Lament
Stiletto
For Now We See In A Mirror, Dimly But The Face To Face
Three Months
Portrait
Aborting The Fabricated
Seduction By Design
Portrait
Shadow Over A Bleeding Heart
This Flame Breeds Disbelief
Letting Go Would Be An End
Inherent Scars
Beauty Forgotten
Sifting Through These Ashes
The Whore's Trophy I
Can One Possess Autumn?
The Whore's Trophy II
Lament
Unsteady Docks Along The Ohio