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
For Now We See In A Mirror, Dimly But The Face To Face
Stiletto
Waiting To Breathe
Portrait
Aborting The Fabricated
Shadow Over A Bleeding Heart
This Flame Breeds Disbelief
The Whore's Trophy II
Letting Go Would Be An End
Inherent Scars
Beauty Forgotten
Three Months
Sifting Through These Ashes
The Whore's Trophy I
Portrait
Can One Possess Autumn?
Seduction By Design
The Quotidian Sucession