Here be new eyes, my dear
The Edge of Golden
Someone Dies Every Day
...and that someone is your age. Someday, that someone will be you.
Unknown Corners
Sometimes we know what monsters are inside us... It's the unassuming darkness we forget about.
Just Fading
Our remnants cling desperately to that tree To see one more winter turn into spring Scars cling to life that once killed me Never quite gone, it's always just fading Carve
