There is strength in sorrow.
In Sorrow
Draw the Curtains
His ghost watched her draw the curtains across empty air. She wished he was still alive, surely her uneventful life was nothing waiting for him.
Silence of a City
Pause, peace, rest. The silence of a city, had to be the regeneration of the human race.
Death Itself
Death itself, is depths of unfathomable water. Things submerged, shut forever in eternal frost. Life's end is a sleep alienated so complete in black.
Human Nature
I was wakened. My happiness does not interest him. I selfish, got up and left him. It's human nature.
A Stranger of My Love
If he remained, a stranger of my love, time, I'm well aware, is impracticable to convince me to settle.
You’re Alone
You're alone. It's just you and I think you're afraid you don't feel enough love.
Modern America
We are stuck as a riotous, modern America now falling behind.
Justly Selfish
I had a deeply-rooted fear of concealed trouble that could inflict seasons of gloom and silence, depression welcomed by growing happiness. We must be for ourselves in the long run - justly selfish.
Perfect Recluse
Her anger was furious, her love fierce. However, she had a propensity to invariably vex. She learnt she had not once trusted. She was a perfect recluse, perfectly contented, how long before those she notice, you could not climb the frost.
